Life is only as meaningful as it is
meaningless.
We laugh, we cry.
Storing our own potions of happiness in our hearts,
Blinking only when a warm salty tear rolls down our cheeks to make us pause and reflect,
What this is really all about?
A game, a dream, a delusion
But if it is an illusion, no one can deny that it is such a magnetic illusion
This world,
It gravitates our emotions towards itself
Its glitz and glamour,
Still, there is a glitch scurrying in this glitz
The scent of which,
Pours through our body and mind,
Like glittery molecules of chemicals streaming and swirling around in our bloodstream,
Making us feel happy, hungry, melancholic or puzzled.
The glitch is our shadow.
We live amongst shadows and walk among shadows.
Shadows, who are squirreled in the deepest recesses of our mind and who sleepwalk their way through life,
Thinking "only if"...
So prefer not be a shadow.
Choose to be a sparkling ball of starlight.
Choose to be happy.
Smiles are in fashion, but happiness is rare.
Therefore, be the rare one.
Like unread fiction books inviting you to give them a read, your mind calls you to reflect upon it.
There are mirrors all around who showcase for us what we need to pay attention to, the most,
Only if we're willing to see through the illusion.
People are always supporting us even when they appear to be doing otherwise.
Yet amidst this dreamworld, there are moments of comfort…
The chirping of blue-brown birds.
Flaring bonfires.
Clinking and clanking of utensils in the kitchen.
Numbing wintery cold freezing everything as if a chunk of the glacial ice.
Hot summer afternoons and books of notes and chronicles.
Cups of coffee and tables of breads and biscuits.
A solace to cherish!
There are bunkums of noise outside,
But there's also a center of stillness inside.
Arrive at this center and be restful.
Herein sits the poetry of love.
Like a pearl in an oyster,
An oyster, like which, we humans live layered with labyrinths of mysteries…
Mysteries, the clues to whose solutions, are there in front of our eyes but we lie to ourselves in order to believe that they are not true.
Perhaps because we think we won't be able to bear the reality if we believed that they are really true.
Unlike a geometry theorem in mathematics, any insight about life cannot really be deducted to ‘Hence, proved.’
Because life always challenges our notions and what we know about it from our intellect and experience.
The sole meaning of life is to live it.
Beauty and love and colors. The search for the truth. And should life have another meaning, apart from being lived, then there is a treasure waiting for us at the end of the rainbow of emotions.
So, never give up.
The meaning of life is to live and to never give up on this living.
Talking about the meaning of life, the Pulitzer-prize winning author Annie Dillard says, “We are here to witness the creation and abet it. We are here to notice each thing so each thing gets noticed. Together we notice not only each mountain shadow and each stone on the beach but, especially, we notice the beautiful faces and complex natures of each other. We are here to bring to consciousness the beauty and power that are around us and to praise the people who are here with us. We witness our generation and our times. We watch the weather. Otherwise, creation would be playing to an empty house.”
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