Tell me the real meaning of life
There was a time where we were being chained in the void
And we were given a gift
Flesh and bones creatures
With living breath cast into our lungs
With one and only purpose to love and care for each other
To have a life experience
To live well and to expire our last breath with a smile on our face
But I guess that not even him has seen the future
All this horrors that we inflict to each other
All the pain that we cause all around us
And all the sadness that we live in
Money, power, everything got out of hand
Our sole purpose was to have the most beautiful experience here
Not to live a life of stress and pathological diseases
It was crystal clear
love and not hatred
Tenderness and not wickedness
Laughter and joy, not sadness and tears
Modesty, not avaricious
Compassion but non judgemental.
So what’s the real purpose of living? Can someone really give me an answer?
Was a bit difficult thinking on what to write with the writing prompt of today because it’s a question that I oftenly ask myself.