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This Thing Called Life...

Is this what it’s meant to be...this thing called life ?

Like being on a swing...
Head in the clouds when you’re up
And feet on the ground as you come down ?
Like being on a roller-coaster...
The rush of excitement as you climb higher
And the vacuum in your stomach as you descend ?
On and on...in a loop...till eternity ?

Or starting off as a trickle,
In the middle of a forest or on top of a mountain...
Forging ahead to meet new landscapes
While leaving behind those that you will never visit again...
Joining others along the way and rushing forth...
Being thrown, by the sheer velocity and force of a collective, into vastness...
Trying to not get lost...
Trying to make sense, to be meaningful...
And one day quietly evaporating into nothingness ?

To have, to want...
To create, to destroy and to create again...
To love, to lose, to let go...

To struggle to change...
Or to resist it...
To think that you know...
Or to know that you don’t...

Is this what it’s meant to be...this thing called life ?

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