The Purpose Of It All
For nine months we stay sheltered inside a womb. It is our protection, a temporary home, shielded away from the onslaught of a world now in dissaray, but we don’t know it and aren’t meant to know.
We kick, twist and turn, until that moment comes and then we emerge from the womb with a resounding cry, and I daresay the cry is in part from confusion; for were we not until recently, sheltered in a dark place, surrounded in quiet, and had no cares?
In one quick flash, we become subjected to humanity, and that starts the cycle of one’s humanity ... life.
We move ahead to the early stages of life, where we learn to crawl, eventually uttering our first words, eating on our own, and then stand and take our first steps. I call it growth and learning by what others do; a part of life.
Moving ahead further still, we begin to interact with people other than those we live with. The neighor’s kids, school kids, the wayward bullies, and girls. And it is there we see a difference and come to understand that no two people are the same. All different races, creeds, languages, and different color eyes and hair. It’s all part of life.
Continuing years later, parties, high school graduation, romance, college or the military, or just get a job. Somewhere down the road, marriage comes into play for some, and the cycle of life starts anew, when you hear the names mother and father.
More years crumble away and one day, you don’t move as fast, think as quick, or wonder as much. Age leaves telltale scars or wrinkles around the eyes, a belly not so flat as when young, and steps become slower and more precise, lest you trip and fall. The funny part is we start weak and are feeble with no self-control. When we age in those later years, the cycle starts again.
Life is experiencing all you come into contact with, be that people, places, events. Life is about finding your own niche in life and making it work just for you. Life is making mistakes, correcting them to become a better person. Life is about leaving a mark behind you hope someone will remember, or, you feel good enough about it you can say, “I did that!” And you feel all is right with the world. Life is living, laughing, tears, pain and loving. Life is about joy and heartache, togetherness and aloneness. Life is truths and lies and knowing the difference or at least hope you can.
Most of all, life is what you choose to make it. No one else can do that but you.