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