I’m not giving any titles to this post as no title would be appropriate for the confusing, complicated and perhaps inevitable thoughts that come with that one dreadful word that I can’t keep away from: ‘Life’.
Four simple, straightforward letters.
But the meaning?
Not so simple or straightforward is it?
Now, I know when I was given Life,
But I know not when I started living Life.
Is it time, is it age, ot is it the stages that signifies Life?
Or the feelings that you know of or not know of?
The questions I can never find answers to,
The answers I can never find satisfaction with,
Makes me feel lost of the very same dreaded word.
And I learn
But that’s not all what Life is, is it?
And I wish
Then again, that’s not all there is, is it?
I must surrender
To the Four simple, straightforward letter,
That does not ever give me a simple, straightforward definition.