Life is a peculiar fixation when you essentially ponder upon its fundamental nature
Some things I will
At all times
Be deprived of
Some things I will
By no means
Be capable of understanding

And what's dreadfully peculiar about that is the fact that
This is what life is entirely about in a sense
Because if we were actually allowed to be in possession of all things
To acquire an understanding of all things
Would there really be any point?
Tell me
Isn't this the reason human beings cling to the idea of a higher presence?
An omniscient being that is all seeing and all knowing
Would there be any true purpose?

Here I am stuck at step one
Because once again
I am questioning that of which I am not certain
Things and information and answers I am deprived of
Things that I do not fully understand
Consequently
I presume what I am
For all intents and purposes
Trying to say is that when you look at life this way
You will only find yourself in a never-ending, continuous cycle
In which you always come back empty-handed
Am I saying to give up?
No
What I'm saying is to find a new perspective
But to always keep the old ones tucked away for safe keeping
Recycle and Re-use
Recycle and Re-use
Recycle and Re-use
But never Reduce