Everyone wonder's for the meaning of life without any hint or glimpse of its definition. Some say life is formless, others say life is precious and a blessing while others in pain cry and articulate life as meaningless. Those at the death bed cry for more time whilst those still healthy feed their flesh with poison, pleasing their minds with booze and substances as they relate to life as sweet.

We all tend to forget that the meaning of life lies in each moment we breath, each moment we live. We forget that life is not about success as success is delusional in material things and money which does not bring self satisfaction when all acquired and owned.

We cry when we are down forgetting that it is the valley which gives the top of a moment a glacial beauty and our darkest moments a sign of light in the morning. We cry when everyone seems to be making it in life when our own efforts are yielding thorns and bitterness. We cry when our plans fail to meet our imaginations and blame those who made their own mistakes for the cause of our sadness.

When life seems to be void and worthless we forget to listen the whispers of life through pain, heartbreak and miss fortune. Whispers of courage and lessons to prepare us for the brighter days where pain protects us from falling down and heartbreaks from being courageous and strong.

We all forget that life is not a race but a lonely journey in which we have the control to take in passengers through love and care. Passengers who doesn't determine our destination but companions to lean on in dusty times.


© The Voice