What of life? What is life? It is more than just you or I. It's more than the stars and the sky. It's more than good days. It's more than the bad. It's more the best and worst days we've had. It's more than the tragedy It's more than the anger It's more than the comedy It's more than the danger It's more than the sinner It's more than the saint It's more than the loser It's more than the winner It's more than the game It's more than a name It's more than the culture It's more than the arts It's more than idea, concept, or thought but yet it is all these things at once. The sum is both equal to and greater than it's parts. It's difficult to percieve a real meaning for any of this for we are bound to one body and one mind. Perception clouds reality. What is there in truth may not be seen. For while I know what I have only and very little about what I don't. There is a vast array of things surronding we do not comprehend but the heart begs for understanding and compassion from within. Life is more than an instance but it is an instance. Life is holygraphic. Holy? Graphic? I'm sure there is some interesting etomology there. When I contemplate the meaning I always come back to the fact that I am me and only me in this moment, in this here and now. While I cannot perhaps fathum all of the truth of life I can at the very least equivocate meaning in our own life. Regardless of the unending judgment and perception of others, your meaning is your own. You give your own life meaning. You are what gives your life purpose and reason. Just a half poem/rant stream of conciousness I'd like to share. Thoughts!
“Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.” ― Kurt Vonnegut
we are all bugs, with or without the amber, however we choose to take it. but we are also bugs, who have the capacity, should we chose to do so, to avoid making existence worse for each other.
I't's what you made so little of believing it was made to be. You believed really in common conformity OR a de-personalized standard and an essential(if you believe Plato) non-human being. Now instead it becomes everything unmade; thus you are making the 'dead' alternative; objectively you are at subjectivity over self-making death per being-life.:devil:
