Life! Oh what is life?
Like the flower that blossoms in the day
And fades in even tide
Life springs forth
And is cut short
Oh wretched man I am
Oh troubled soul within me
Trying to understand this mystery called life and it's meaning
Like the raging sea
Roaring back and forth
So is my troubled soul within me
In the few years of my existence
I have come to know
That life is nothing but meaningless
The wealth, the joy, the happiness
They all vanish like stars in the morning
What we are finally left with is nothing
but our wretched souls yearning and longing
Looking to be genuinely loved
Loved?
How can this be?
How can a soul born and crafted in iniquity ever receive love?
It's like throwing a precious jewel to the mud
Or a sweet smelling perfume on a pig
Meaningless! All is meaningless!
And like a famous writer once said
Vanity upon vanity, all is vanity!
But the irony still remains
That our souls depend on love for its existence
Love that is undefiled
Unconditional and pure
Love that seeks not it's own
But the very well being of that which is loved
Can such love ever be found?
Does it exist?
Is it simply an illusion created by the very souls that desire it?
A question that is yet to be answered by many
A theory that can only be understood by a few
Yet one thing I know for sure is this
If such love truly exists,
Then the meaning of life would only be fully comprehended through its eyes!
By Josiah Uma
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