it's MINE

After pondering, for what seemed a lifetime, over the question:
"What is the meaning of life?"
I'd finally come to a conclusion and settled on it:
"To live."

Sometimes we are trying so hard to find the answer that we deny the possibility of the simplest answer being the right one. Often though, the simple answer is the correct one.

So ask me,
"What is the meaning of life?"
I'll reply,
"To live."

After looking at the the larger picture and realizing that no one's life truly matters to the world, I had come to believe that life was meaningful-- because people gave it meaning-- but it was pointless because nothing will last-- for you-- after you die.
So if my life is meaningful but, also technically, pointless, what exactly am i supposed to do with it? Racking my brain for an answer, many years passed by until I spontaneously answered one day with, "To live."
I thought over this answer and observed its simplicity. I really liked it. It's vague and leaves much room for interpretation, but that's what makes it so great. Some people don't appreciate the simplicity, but that's okay too; people have unique opinions and they are entitled to them. However, I think that a broad answer is like the base of a tree, or the roots, and opinions can branch off or it could be seen as the center of a web with ideas spun around it.
My point though is that we spend too much of our lives wasting time thinking about this and that, and may even be productive in doing so, but it won't necessarily be satisfying. And for clarity, I repeat that it won't "necessarily be satisfying," because some people likely have different views.
In my view, I see living one's life as doing things that one can treasure in one's lifetime. Because we do not have enough knowledge of what occurs to the mind after death, I believe that it's best to do things that truly satisfy us in our lifetime.
So what exactly is universally truly satisfying if people have unique tastes? I don't know. You tell me. All I can say with, yes, much bias, is that I see true satisfaction as doing something that satisfies you. Of course, this does not mean I agree with criminal acts but I can't say anything further on immorality, because I believe it only exists by human means.

[Interjection] In the history of humanity, we have seen much chaos and immorality. In the present time, it is of course apparent as well-- but with the bad things come their opposites, the good things. Such is life.

Struggling with what seemed to be a need to know what was right or wrong and real or fake, I pondered over it until I came upon *my* answer.

According to social science studies, my beliefs were a development based on the experiences I had over the course of my life, from since I was born to the present (and it will continue into the future as I am influenced by several factors).

So my belief, stemming from my life experiences, is:
"To live means to satisfy oneself in the lifetime one currently knows"
and *my*-- emphasis on the my-- way to satisfaction is:
"Bringing joy to people's lives-- even if only momentarily"

Some people think, "That's nice,"
and others think, "You're just doing it self-satisfaction,"
and I agree with the latter. I am doing things for self-satisfaction because that is the way of life I know. I won't be hypocritical about this at least. Why should I? It's the answer I have for the meaning of my life. To lie would be to deny, and that would altogether undermine the purpose of going through the process of finding it.

It's not that I don't appreciate a comment like "That's nice," but realistically, I know that the kindness perceived by others is truly only my means of self-satisfaction.

Maybe people think that's wrong, and I'm still in conflict with myself. Even so, I think it's better to give the truth when it matters most to you.

reflection

"reflection"
literature reflects our souls, mind, and spirit.
the personality that is not shown to anyone...
is shown through thoughts and arts.
you cannot hide it,
your destiny can be changed,
but your reflection cannot.
reflection awaits us at the end of fate.
destinies combine to create a greater force, fate.
as do puzzles form to depict a picture, a reflection that will not change.
reflection involves fate; fate involves reflection.
reflection can be a truth thrown under bed sheets.
once it is revealed , conflict occurs.
conflicts are easily solved more if they are visible.
reflections do not turn invisible.
the reflection is your deepest secret.
your "secret."
treasured.
"my, your, our..."

"time"

endless time; waves that clash against tides,

planets that align, life that does not end.

when you are well the time seems to pass quickly.

when you are uncomfortable time seems to crawl by like a turtle.

is time being cruel?

humans,

we created the half-hour glass in which the grains of sand

begin to count our time.

since the human age,

time has become a limited factor.

when will time...run out? soon?

what is "time"?

'father time,' time is finite now.

'mother nature,' destroyed for our sake.

what does time...think of this?

all gone.

My, Your, Our

"instincts"

don't say that,

my wounds are healed once you say things like that

don't make me feel special

it'll hurt more when we part.

i'm just a friend,

don't tell me i'm your best friend.

all my "best" friends left me.

just because i'm "stupid"

just because i'm "clingy"

just because i'm---

"just because."

it doesn't end, this loss of friendship.

i've always been trashed, dusted.

no matter how similar we are,

no matter what we make,

no matter why we do,

no matter where we go,

no matter what we have,

no matter who we find...

i do not betray, i am betrayed.

why did she leave me for someone who hurt me?

why did she leave me for my differences?

why did she leave me even when she found out the truth?

why did she leave me for another friend who didn't care?

why did those "friends" befriend me if they were going to leave me?

is that how you're going to be?

then i don't need you,

i'm fine--

i don't have to follow you.

you don't need me,

you're fine with that fake happiness.

how are we doing without one another?

i'm sure you're fine.

so sorry i'm clingy,

my deepest apologies i'm not useful

did you ever think i'm just fragile?

behind my smile, how i'm feeling...

under that laughing face, what i'm thinking...

you don't know the real, weak me.

you only know the side of me that's "normal."

i've thought beyond life;

my thoughts lead to your anxiety?

i hide this personality so as not to make you feel...

uncomfortable.

i know you'd never want me as a friend--

if i allowed my weak side to flow out.

my words are my true, weak self.

your words show me nothing.

our lives, lived in different worlds...

you know?

"all"

the "truth"

put bluntly, we all know the truth
we may not know all of it but most of us can see the ending

some of do not accept it; thus, it is hidden
some of us accept it; eternal peace is achieved
some of us do not seem to accept it--
some of us do but with plenty complaints.

if you seek the truth, you are merely wasting your time;
look around and you will realize it's been all around--
all along.

the "truth" is never far, it is always near
the "truth" is sometimes ugly, sometimes beautiful
the "truth"-- all together, it is difficult to hide and yet, hard to find.

do you want to believe in the "truth" in which you learn?
when you realize the truth does not favor your side,
what will you come to think of it?
will you... blame truth?
will you... decide to find a way to use the truth to aid you?

true "happiness"

can be obtained once we realize and accept
THE TRUTH.

put bluntly, we know all the answers

we may not know it but we eventually come to hate the "truth."