What is life
What is it's meaning
Age old questions since the brain of **** sapiens developed abstract contemplations
I wonder,
Could it's meaning be entirely subjective
And that life is simply a matter of perspective
We live in a vast and seemingly infinite universe
Isolated on this tiny grain of dust that we like to call Earth
To quote Sagan, on it
"Everyone you know, everyone you love,
Everyone who was,
Every human being you've ever heard of,"
Lived here
And that thought might be daunting
The complexities and mysteries of the cosmos may be haunting
But maybe we can find peace
In the inevitable fact that our existence will one day cease
So I open my mind to the thought,
Why should we worry about everyday grief
When to me,
This entire concept provides a sense of relief
My point: Nothing really matters and we won't be around forever, so let's make the most out of this weird thing that it is to exist.