It is a remarkable yet puzzling thing; a life.
A single painful breath is all it takes; and from then on springs an avalanche of events; smaller than the tiniest speck of stardust, larger than the galaxy itself, and everything in between.
An impulse, a constraint, to keep going, day after day, breath after breath, on the mysterious path to the unknown.
Hanging by a lonely thread, frailer than crystals yet resilient as diamonds.
Delightful as the nightingale song in the dusk, painful as a tear on a child’s cheek.
Bright as the afternoon sun, secretive as the abyss, full of deafening silence and untold tales.
A symphony of contradictions, a battleground of feelings. Chaos framed by two intakes of oxygen.
No direction, no hint, no great revelation for this ever shifting journey. Lost wandering souls trying to find their way to an uncharted destination.
On and on it goes, turmoil of love, hate and indifference, relentlessly forward even while at rest. And then it stops. In soft violence, in overwhelming quietness, in unquenched curiosity.
Yet it never truly ends. A shivering light dims as a new spark ignites. Another painful breath, another step on the road that leads nowhere.
And the same old tale starts anew; the snake bites its tail once more. Same beginning, different ending and an infinitude of coils to unfold.
It is a puzzling yet remarkable thing; a life.