What is the meaning of life? Since the beginning of our human race this question has been asked and since the beginning there has been no answer. We look everywhere in search of it, whether that be in the stars or here on earth, but our search has been in vain for there is no grand answer. And that, I believe, is the beauty of it. There lies such wonder in the unknown, there lies such beauty in the mystery of it all. To live, I think, is not to ask questions but to simply revel in the knowledge that some of our biggest questions will remain exactly that. We are alive, we are living within the miracle we call Human Life. What more is there to know?
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a collection of whimsy
Poetrya collection of heartfelt, whimsical, and ethereal writings that I create when inspired to - enjoy ♥️ Do note that some may be a bit harder to read than most, take this as a trigger warning.
