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.