The following was written on Valentine’s Day 14th Feb
What is life?
A brief moment with its pleasures and pains,
mostly its tedium.
Its surprises and dissappointments.
Its memories, that stretch back making it seem long.
Old friends forgotten, new friends unknown.
Aspirations, dreams of long standing
broken on the shores of time?
Fears suppressed and erupting,
often prophecy.
Past times are they meaningful?
Once perhaps.
Death? A waste?
An ultimate proof of meaninglessness?
The ultimate certainty and truth!
We will meet it soon,
should we wait?
The following was continued on 18th Feb
Four days on.
Two days of free fall into the pit,
not denying, accepting and experiencing.
At the bottom lies a still place.
The darkness so great, a light emerges.
Above us a dark tunnel,
Beyond us an open plain.
What was once a narrow dark vision,
now an open plain of possibility.
Meaning is not found, it is made.
By our own efforts alone can we be reborn,
alone and in great company,
The solidarity of the fallen.
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