What is life?

It is a swirl of atoms and molecules, of electrons and protons dancing wildly in the night. It is a surge of emotions and feelings rumbling underneath a veneer of calmness and placidity that cries out, raging against that which seeks to keep it down, curtailiing its need to expand and flow endlessly and unabashedly where it needs to go. It is the march of inquisitiveness that seeks to shed the dark mantle of ignorance only to find a pandora's box of endless riddles and enigmas that beguile and belittle its feeble attempts at understanding and its wanting to gain a little bit more knowledge about its own existence.

Life sucks!

I do not understand it and I like it when it's good to me, and want it to end when I cannot stand the feeling of impotence and powerlessness that I feel oftentimes when it sits on my face and dares me to move forward and express my expansiveness and desire to be happy. Sometimes I just want to be left alone and be my small, little, petty self doing my own thing and having the smallest footprint there could ever be in this world. Sometimes I just want it to move along and pass me by as I sit and watch my own mind wander where it wants to go. But, life never allows you to do that. It cannot tolerate stagnation or lack of movement.

Even a stationary rock is not left alone to its own devices. It is constantly changed and transformed by the heat of the sun and the beating of tiny, relentless drops of rain and the rumblings of the earth as it plays its part in the dance we call life. I would like to sleep a little longer in the morning and not be awakened by some chore or something that I need to do. There is nothing that I need to do more than to lie in bed and sleep a little longer, to watch my mind as it dreams and weaves its patterns of internal life that makes sense to me when I am sleeping but not so much when I am awake.

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