old friends and old enemies. the best kind. life, philisophical-like.

Life is a complicated and amazing thing. The definition of life changes with each perspective. It’s interest, people treat laughter as an object unto itself. I gather that this is because life is so large and unknown, complicated and erratic. The joys and sorrows are considered part of life. But is that true? Humans develop their own feelings about events that happen. Does that make it part of life? Are the events that occur part of life. Or is it something resulting because of life. Life has so many different definitions. It could mean something that is personally yours. It can mean something at large that is separate from the human mind; it could mean a state in mind, where one is fully ‘alive’. That variation of life is interesting concept as an actually state of mind, which, itself, could be taken in many definitions. To be alive, it could mean to breathe…or it could be referring to how fully you live your life. Life, as the definition referring to what a human cycles through, is personal, is yours. You live your life. How can that be if it’s also part of something larger? Many would describe life as a road. (A road for each individual? Or one for everyone?) But I would describe it as an ongoing weave. So many strands twisted together to make a larger piece. Life could change its design within the next weave, being forever undecided until it is reached by what we call lifetime. Life is taken for granted by so many people. Those who waste theirs and those who waste others don’t fully understand what being alive really means. But that is a paradox; we could never fully understand what we decided to call life. (How did such a name occur?) I think one would that a sum up life, as many would agree, is unknown. It is human nature to be afraid of what is unknown but seek to explore it. Yet, life, that we cherish so much, defies that. How do you explore what has not happened yet. True we could explore the past but that really doesn’t give enough headway to understand life. Some of us are afraid of life but some of us take life like nothing to be frightened of. Should we not be afraid of life? Life is our existence. How could one waste our existence? Yet there are people who do, people who understand the least about life. I guess that’s one thing that is caused by life being the unknown; widely varied opinions of its value and purpose. In life (there’s that word again; it’s amazing how much we evolve around it…wait it is why we evolve) we venture to discover the unknowns, yet the largest unknown is one we cannot see, one we cannot touch, and one we cannot explore. How can one explore the ever-changing track of life? It’s quite ironic. To think, all this speculation, all this thought about life exists only because of life. It is a circle. It’s funny how the joys and sorrows can be so attached to life; how living your life can mean to feel happiness and sadness. To me, living your life can mean that you live each moment without expecting tomorrow and its sorrows. Doesn’t life coincide with time? Isn’t time an aspect of life? You can’t have time without life, nor can you have life without time. The two do seem to interlock at the deepest of levels. If time were a spiral, then life itself would also be one. That is what time is after all. Despite the connection, life is not the aspect of time; at least it would seem so to me. Life is. What is time if there was no life? Again Life is what it’s all about. Nothing would exist with life; unless one means the definition of life referring to an animate object. Life itself is subject to interpretation despite the fact that it inexplicit. People could argue about the meaning of life, but, one way or another, life will go on.

Is it psychological? If it is, send me to the doctors because I’m having a mental breakdown.

~ the jaded jewel