Sep 08, 2010 19:21
The meaning of life has managed to remain unanswered for an infinite amount of time. Complicated isn't what the answer is. Just complex. Very complex.
Life is as pure as snow.
But the snow can be tainted.
The darkness of night and death will slowly creep through our veins.
The surrounding elements of love and pleasure may dull it out from our minds,
But life is only temporary.
So temporary that it can it be bought, nor earned;
But given.
Life is forgiving, yet betraying,
It slips through our outstretched fingers every day, minute and second.
The meaning of life winds through every journey taken,
And begins with a simple word.