The meaning of Life

It is love.
Grudgingly yet willingly
We walk into it face up, eyes shining.
Face down; we walk out of it, a dull sounding ache,
We walk towards it; yet again,
Undeterred by its unpredictability,
We don’t look back; afraid of whatever madness may take hold us.
Indeed, life’s driving force must be love.

It is immense.
Everyday we awaken with great anticipation.
With night, we fall asleep with little comprehension.
No longer expecting the same expectation, we stir nonetheless.
Opened armed, we receive the world; our simple minds are blown away,
Overwhelmed, by the new discoveries of what seems to lie ahead.
Undeniably, life’s hidden capacity must be immense

It is innately fun.
Dancing to the eclectic tunes of famed symphonies,
We experience the deepest vibrations
In the shortest time, we imagine we have seen it all
We arrive at our new destination ecstatic
Where we are forced to appreciate we are yet to see it all.
There lies an existing need to prepare for an even greater journey
Irrefutably, life’s very nature is must be innately fun

It is everything.
Everyday, we are captivated by its complexity.
By night, we are encircled by its simplicity.
No longer involved in its intricacy, we dream nevertheless.
Of nothing actual, yet our reality is limited to our familiarity.
Besieged, we desire to remain within the confines of our psyche,
Engulfed; by all that we know, and do not know.
Unquestionably, life’s wholesome totality is everything.