What Is the Meaning of Life?

by CindyUng

August 22, 2015

Of course no one knows.

But I do know what you’d get

If there was one.

What is it? Simple.

An answer.

Maybe we

Are meant to question life

And never have them answered.

Even for those who never ask,

They might have found one anyway.

Or maybe another reason

Is to just live and live

For a second or ten decades,

Never mind if we wanted to or not.

We can be accidents with a purpose

Or inventions to cause accidents,

But we are here.

That should be enough.

After all, some mysteries are best left

Unanswered.

Some over-think this question

And forget to garnish their own bits

Of meaning to their veins.

Some don’t concern themselves

As long as their blood is still warm,

And continue to rise and rise

In their own ways.

Some are desperate for answers

And create their own,

Just to have that strength

To simply live and live.

Some resolve to the mere

“Just because”

And forget the question ever existed.

One thing is for sure:

There is bound to be

One or more meanings

Of Mr. and Mrs. Life.

Even no answer

Is a good enough answer.

But the first step to having one,

(If you ever wanted it)

Is to create your own;

Whether right or wrong,

It’s all up to you.

And that, my fellow strangers,

The answer to this question

Would involve an answer.

The thing is,

We have yet to find one

Or not.

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CindyUng

Find me where the heart beats faster and the mind runs clearly. If you turn around, you might catch a glimpse of moonlight: Hold it close and you may hear the whispers of my aches and dreams. Speak softly now, you might scare the strength out of me. You'll never know where my thoughts will go next, just let me be the one driving this journey. Someday I'll return to the stars and sleep in the void, a place where I hope to find colors I've never seen before. And when I master the art of painting into the galaxies of pain and recovery, I will discover the truth in me. I will be free, I will be free. Let the constellations tattoo the spaces of my body. ***If you ever want me to check out your poetry, feel free to let me know!***

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CindyUngAug 22, 2015

People have never referred to my poetry as elegant, and I'm very humble for such a supportive comment! Thanks so much!

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