The Meaning of Life
What is the reason for our being?
In the kaleidoscope we’re seeing
Is it survival or escape?
Or anticipating that special break
Does money matter or material treasures
And does it bring us special pleasures
What if we end up all alone?
And don’t find our comfort zone?
Are our lives worth while if no one’s there?
And we feel scared and unaware
The meaning turns into nothingness
And there’s no one to impress
Our lives are often left unexplored
And vital actions are ignored
Don’t look to others to complete us
And for our majority to delete us
A sense of purpose is subjective
And it depends on one’s perspective
Embrace the wholeness of existence
And do not yield to the resistance
Every hour retains a special flavor
Our journey to be savored
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