The Meaning of Life
Life is an ambigous subject, an extreme complexity, an enigma. In truth there can be no generally accepted meaning, everyone has their own thoughts of the word. However, I shall give you my meaning. Life in itself has no true metaphorical form. Sometimes it takes on the form of a battlefield, other times it is a stream, gently flowing onwards, at other times it can be a mountain range, jagged and piercing. Life is formless, life is shapeless, yet it is everywhere. Even the non-living things can be alive. They may not require food or water, yet they are living they have souls. The Earth has a soul, the sun has a soul, the moon and the stars, the wind, nature itself. Now we get to the struggles that are present in life. Behind life there lies struggle and many have broken under the boulders that life hurled at them. Yet, there are some who resisted, built castles instead and bore out the storm, living a brighter life than some, overcoming their challenges and resisting hardship. Life is brutal but kind, yet impartial. Life can bring energy into things, make them alive with energy and strong to face challenges. For others, it can drain that energy until there is nothing left to go on for. In all, life is a great many things. Life can be caring, sympathetic, and with a kind heart. It is formless, it is brutal and impartial, it is kind, it is giving, life is living yet unliving, everywhere and nowhere. Life is a culmination of every emotion, sense, thought, feeling, and action of all that exists.