WISE WORDS FROM AN OLD MAN

Exploring philosophies and experiences, my mind,
has travelled distances, an answer to find;
To the question, the eternal question of all,
yet the question unanswered: what's Life after all?

Is it but a short, interval of existence?
A break from an infinite state of inexistence.
Does it have a purpose or is it merely myth
that a purpose is what we must be living with?

Nevertheless sometimes we do without thought,
what we have since birth, been profoundly taught.
And since the days of memory I recall,
being taught that in Life, Purpose is All.

And thus my search for Purpose began,
in childhood and till early youth it ran
I began to feel, this search was forever;
And to this an end, there shall be never.

My mind was at unrest, 'twas not used to quitting,
But quitting my search seemed the only thing fitting
Hence my search for Purpose i resolved,
to quit; And yet my mystery is solved
For with wrinkled skin and hair turned gray,
With experience and wisdom on my side, I say,
that living itself is the purpose of Life;
That living itself is the purpose of Life!