The Value of a Life
I am a dreamer.
Not in the usual sense, I suppose..
In the unusual sense.
I don't dream about money
about jobs, places or power.
I dream, a creative swirl, questioning wonder
everything around me to be seen and forgotten
I don't know who I am, or what I am
I know not if I have purpose or exist merely by chance.
But this life
My life? Your life? all life?
This life.
It is filled with infinite possibilities
in one life time-
In one lifetime? In a hundred? In a thousand?
This world could not be explored in a lifetime
But in how many
Lifetimes?
To measure ones existence based on the accomplishments you've completed
be it by a %
Is miniscule
too complete every task fathomable- and unfathomable, that is to say
experience everything
in one life time?
Maybe 10? 100? 1,000
Maybe a 100,00, the number of things on this world alone seem uncountable.
But in 15,000 lifetimes when you're close
close to everything
Would space travel be a thought?
What then.. my infinite lifetimes finally completed, I have tried everything
on earth
But this?
This multitude that is this solar system?
This universe this galaxy..
to even name it seems impossible! There are so..
so many lifetimes I could live and yet never live them all.
We all have but one.
Every breath finite, one breath closer to
Unfathomable.
I know not yet of all in life, who am I to worry and wonder at deaths door.
There will be plenty of time that later- perhaps enough to fill 100 lifetimes?
Copyright © Brad Worwood | Year Posted 2014
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