poem
A question to Life
16 March 2026
What is the meaning of life, we ask, A question that's plagued us since time past, Is it love, or happiness, or success we seek, Or is there something more that we need to seek? Some say it's the journey, not the destination, That makes life worth living, a beautiful creation, For in the twists and turns of the road we take, We find our purpose, our reason to awake. Others say it's the people we meet along the way, The connections we make, the love we convey, For in the bonds we forge with those we hold dear, We find the meaning we've been searching for, clear. And then there are those who say it's something more, A higher purpose, a greater calling we must explore, A reason beyond our own self-interest and gain, A purpose that transcends our joys and pain. Perhaps the meaning of life is a combination of all, A journey, a purpose, and the people we call, A life that's lived with kindness, love, and grace, A legacy we leave, a lasting embrace. For in the end, it's not the riches we amass, Nor the accomplishments we achieve with class, It's the impact we make on the world we live in, The love we share, the light we bring within. So let us live each day with purpose and intent, With love, and joy, and kindness spent, For in the end, it's the moments we create, That make life worth living, a beautiful fate.