Tuesday, September 27, 2011
And often as not...
I'd asked myself, what is life?
And you might say life is about living it with others, family, friends, your lover, your colleagues and what not. Or you might also say that life is something precious, that we have it, we could lose it anytime. Or that life is the purest thing on Earth, that it's also paramount to love itself. Not that I can disagree, it's right. Life is... everything as said above. But really, it's still not substantial enough. You could say that life is wonderful, but not a bed of roses. I'd say that life is a bed of roses, thorns, petals, fragrance, beauty and all. And for those with a carelessness at heart might just be pricked. But to me, life is... miraculous. It's beyond this world. It's made up of many things eternal, love, faith, hope, joy, peace, you know the usual. But what sets human lives apart from other lives is our sentience, our human thoughts. But you can always argue that lives are still lives, humans or not. And while life is eternal, our time spent in this world is not. We might die tomorrow, later, now even. It's best to not know when you might draw your last breath. Honestly, if you know when you'll draw your last breath, who will not struggle to prolong their longevity?
Yet it is with a consciousness of thought that everything will come to an end, that is where we make our mark. Living each day as our last, making the fullest out of everything. Hesitance of the moment could just easily lead to regrets unforgettable. And now, I know. Life is only worthwhile when we have the moral courage, the daring ability to live it while we still breathe.
And you might say life is about living it with others, family, friends, your lover, your colleagues and what not. Or you might also say that life is something precious, that we have it, we could lose it anytime. Or that life is the purest thing on Earth, that it's also paramount to love itself. Not that I can disagree, it's right. Life is... everything as said above. But really, it's still not substantial enough. You could say that life is wonderful, but not a bed of roses. I'd say that life is a bed of roses, thorns, petals, fragrance, beauty and all. And for those with a carelessness at heart might just be pricked. But to me, life is... miraculous. It's beyond this world. It's made up of many things eternal, love, faith, hope, joy, peace, you know the usual. But what sets human lives apart from other lives is our sentience, our human thoughts. But you can always argue that lives are still lives, humans or not. And while life is eternal, our time spent in this world is not. We might die tomorrow, later, now even. It's best to not know when you might draw your last breath. Honestly, if you know when you'll draw your last breath, who will not struggle to prolong their longevity?
Yet it is with a consciousness of thought that everything will come to an end, that is where we make our mark. Living each day as our last, making the fullest out of everything. Hesitance of the moment could just easily lead to regrets unforgettable. And now, I know. Life is only worthwhile when we have the moral courage, the daring ability to live it while we still breathe.
Keep your heart strong and your faith even stronger10:47 PM