Smoke in The Wind

It’s just a dream, the life we live.  Days melt into years and our expectations are often dashed on the rocks of reality.

We imagine what will be, or how it will go for us, and it does not.  We watch through time as our memories slip through the fingers of our consciousness.  What we once thought was true is but a whisper of smoke in the wind. Nothing lasts and nothing will matter for us after we are gone.

Families bonded by emotion and familiarity dissolve over time and we take for granted those who have brought joy to our lives, as well as a sense of meaning and purpose.

We live a mystery called life and we surrender to a mystery called death. All the while, we desperately struggle to find a thing called meaning, or truth.

We convince ourselves that it was worth it and we made a difference, but the echo from our unconscious whispers, “It’s not enough.”  Like a dog chasing its tail, we never catch ours either.

To live is not to regret life, or to make sense of it.  To live is the emptiness of meaning and that leads us to the search for truth.

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