Adventure

 

 

I always wonder why

birds stay

in the same place

when they can fly.

Then I ask myself

the same question.
                     
                                                   -Harun Y

Significance?

Tonight while I was in bed reading, my sister comes to my side and asks "What's the point of life?" At first I'm mentally shocked. Is this her message to me about taking her own life away? No. I come back my senses and ponder. It's not to please others, for their life too doesn't matter. It's not to save the world, for everyone and everything does eventually "die". It's not to harm others or care for others. She stated that her only answer was to reproduce, but what good does that do? In the end, all lives are pointless, so why do we value life as much as we do? Do we feel we've earned to live? Hopefully not, that's just selfishness taking over convincing us that we are entitled to something we didn't actually earn.
What is the point of life? I certainly do not know. People have been pondering this question, creating copious amounts of theories that never seem to justify as the ultimate reason. Look at the world now, over 7 billion people consuming resources to depletion, ruling the world as if it's theirs to own. Looks like we did the defined job of reproducing to the max. What has our world come to? What will become of it? Wouldn't we all like to know.

The Red Carpet

salty tears
stain my cheeks,
strangled by doubts
I cannot think straight.

he screams, and yells,
face full of flame
my world
shatters
upon my feet.

its a new day,
the sun radiating
hes a new man
full of happiness and patience,
displaying complete
passion towards
me.

how could
I
be mad? He's the
man I've always thought
I could never have.

Never has his hand
been harmful,
yet why do I become
fearful when
the world rules against him?

there's room for growth,
trust, and freedom
between him and
I.
Room for light to
overtake the darkest of dark.
 
one last assumption
made,
one last word to
be yelled,
one last tear to
be shed.

His truck and him
sit alone,
weeping in tears.
I drive off,
selfish as a queen.

Who am I to tear up his
full loving heart?
Just a girl, who felt she couldn't
be stopped.
who didn't want to
be captive as a prisoned
housewife
caring to children rather
than living her life.

Live for yourself
or you'll never be "I".
A change in
obidence
challenges one to
live 
life.