how tiny we truly are in the grand scheme of things.
and still,
our aimless souls
persist onward,
determined to discover meaning in the chaos of existence.
if we,
humans
have no real purpose,
then it is true that
we are not confined
by the expectations of life
as much as we like to think we are.
therein, our lack of direct purpose,
means we are able to
create
said purpose
it is the beating heart and bleeding mind that give meaning to life
the canvas touched by the artist
the lyrics sang by the vocalist
the meal prepared by the chef
I try to remember this when the weight of the world feels heavy and my heart along with it.
For how lucky are we to feel, to think, to cry, to laugh, to love.
to love.
to love.
Love