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 …
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.
I’m not really trying to say very much. Because there’s really not very much to say.