A seemingly meaningless life
Down and up mountains
Across vast valleys
Walking in inner city streets
There are people, many people searching for the meaning of life.
I found myself asking the same question
Never finding
Always in the process of becoming, of looking, of feeling imperfect
The meaning of human life
Is to find every moment perfect.
Accepting yourself,
And that everything is alive
For what purpose you may ask?
The meaning of life lays in simply being.
Words can kill what I want to express
The medium can kill the message
The meaning of life is to become one with your existence.
Like a tree. Like a tiger. Like a stream.
They just are. We just are.
We are information, consciousness and awareness in this vast universe.
A beautiful possibility actualised.
We can be free.
Our meaning lays in being, not in reacting.
I found the meaning of life in your eyes
I saw the eternity of Spinoza’s god in your eyes.
I saw the purposefully existence of your eyes in your eyes.
I saw love. I am love. I found love in your eyes.
The meaning of life is truly personal
Alone but not lonely
The meaning of life is truth
And truth is a pathless life, a seemingly meaningless life.
By: Eliza Veretilo
