Life...

LIFE.
Numerous quotes, numerous synonyms, numerous anecdotes.
And yet, the question remains unanswered.
What is life?
Is it just to breathe or is it to breathe the very fact that this existence is beyond ordinary.
Is beyond believes, virtues, traditions. It is transcending the bullshit.
Or is it one drag story. Taking everyday as a pill. Hoping it cures the sins of yesterday for
we live today and see a new tomorrow.
LIFE.
Happens, they say. Is it by chance? A godforsaken lucky charm?or is it a chain reaction
that we, as discarded souls of an experiment gone wrong are trying to achieve? And then
too, if it happens, what makes us look at it as a miniscule form of unworthyness?is it the
frivility of the moment spent in solitude or the trivial matters at hand that we take for
granted?
LIFE.
A great predecessor unto the vines of DEATH. What we see today is all leading to
an abyss. A pyre waiting at the end of the line. Rains of emotions, tsunami of unforseen
gestures. And just like that, the son will turn his back on you as you go up in flames.