What Is Life?

I am alive for now,

Allowing life in its entirety to be experienced,

Happenings flowing through my consciousness;

But not latching on and becoming attached to one.

Excluding no parts of the whole.

Positive and negative; black and white; it is all assimilated.

But what is the point to being alive?

The reason behind every breath that enters my lungs.

Is the only purpose of life to survive and feeling my existence is hollow?

Or is emptiness an impermanent state to be filled with meaning?

Then, being drained of that critical life meaning, possibly due to its irrelevance.

Shifting from fulfillment to emptiness; inevitably to change once more.

Shifting from emptiness to fulfillment; two sides of the same coin.

A coin that rotates ever so slowly or quite quickly.

Change is the only constant, which can be assured to happen.

For one’s reality is created by their own doing, being, feeling, and thinking.

Would one find meaning in life after becoming enlightened to this notion?

Knowing that they are the true creator and initiator of the unfolding of their life.

A sense of helplessness and victimized by life would be abandoned,

And replaced by a sense of power,

I’d hope a countenance of joy and determination would bestow upon the recipient of such knowledge.