Life lived is at once a seemingly never-ending horizon of what can be, a translucent bowl of swirling once was.
Every moment lived, life. Every life, a vast network of connections through experience, a hope for compassion and understanding.
To claim a singular emotion at a determined point in time as being the specific mandate of our journey would be futile. For every opportunity realized, the multilayered essence of life, non-specific to one thought, non-linear to expression, seems impossible to contain.
Life is at once beautiful, intense, joyful, tragic, gutting. Life is poignant, pathetic, depressing, inspiring, revered. Life is heart-rending and heartfelt… infinite vessels of our humanity contain each desire to embrace, to reach further, to hold on, to soar.
As life unfurls, our definitive central node remains elusive. Contemplation is the everlasting transformation of light dancing behind eyelids reverie. Petals of forever gently falling away to new possibilities.
Life is the motion, the forward-thinking continually evolving hope and dream. Life is not where you once lived, for that is memory. Life is not where you end up, for that is death, and in death, life ceases to be.