Meaning

Life has no inherent meaning.

I do not find that statement cynical or disillusioning. On the contrary, it feels me with hope and wonder. Even when existence can be bitter like the cheapest rye.

For if life has no assigned value, no simple definition, no mathematical formula that can sum it all up perfectly, then it means it’s flexible and malleable. An extended hand always willing to say hi.

A mirror reflecting infinity, a labyrinth that fulfills an ending full of surprises. And it bends, it twirls upwards like a vine climbing up an ancient oak tree, an oak tree that goes on forever into the sky.

-A .Garcia