The above is a question that constantly plagues me. I am not alone in that regard, of course. The best answer I have come up with so far is ‘probably nothing much’ which seems a little bit unsatisfactory. Even if we accept life as entirely without meaning it remains difficult to shrug off the impression that, for some reason, it should mean something.
Anyway, I spotted a post from my buddy, Cyranny, that suggested the human act of breathing in and breathing out was sufficient for getting one through to another day. That might be right, I suppose, but it is notion that, likewise, struck me as being a little bit unsatisfactory.
It occurred to me though, that if two humans were involved …together … just breathing in and out … together … then just maybe, somehow it might all be worthwhile.
So this is what I wrote …
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Our beating hearts, our inhalation
Beating faster. Perspiration
Skin to skin. Sweet expectation
No spoken words. Negotiation
Two souls entwined, let no-one sever
Moments pass that last forever
Just breathing in and breathing out
And that’s what life is all about.
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I’m not really trying to say very much. Because there’s really not very much to say.
Richmond Road 
On the contrary, a delightful way to breathe
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I’m sure Mrs RR is happy to keep breathing with you … I believe we need to find our own purpose … we are all here to learn and grow and we do that in entirely different ways 🙂
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Mrs Richmond has a lot more breath left in her than do I, I suspect.
And yes, I agree. Whilst I hold the firm belief that nothing has meaning, in a universal sense, I also espouse that each of us needs to find something that we would truly like to believe had meaning, and then earnestly behave as if it actually did.
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and I believe you are already doing that altho you work hard to deny it!
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