The Search for life’s meaning
Another day at the café
A day awaits, coffee cup pressed into her hands
Sipping from the cup, warmth travelling down her throat
Eyes turned upward, looking towards a display of books
Waiting for inspiration of some kind, wondering what she is doing here, not the café per se
But with her life
Spellbound with thoughts, shuffling through each one
In hopes something new and fresh may drop in for a change
As always, her thoughts rarely change, same preoccupation with the search
The search for something, she does not know
Her innards wrestling with one another, between staying as is or changing
She looked over the top of her cup, sweeping the room again
Catching a glimpse of people engrossed in their worlds
Wondering if they too are in deep contemplation
Are they too questioning their purpose?
Or is this just her?
Curiosity is a vital force, without it, life is dreary, like a damp rainy day
With it, your mind can venture anywhere, go on limitless adventures
Children wonder all time
Why is the sky blue, they ask?
Can we fly like birds? Or swim across the ocean?
With age, those questions become embarrassingly trivial
Wondering loses its childlike lust
The simplicity is replaced by difficult, unanswerable questions
Instead of exploring the colour of a flower, or the journey of an ant
Meaning of life enquiries take precedence
Could the meaning of life actually be in the petals of the flowers?
Or the ant’s arduous task of carrying a burden larger than their body?
Next time you find yourself questioning life’s path
Look at what is directly in front of you
Wonder on the simple things, you just might find your answer
Take a pause: To wonder
Close your eyes
Imagine sitting on the ground like a child
Watching an ant or whatever it is you wish
Explore the details of the ant, what it is carrying
Where it is going to
Sit in awe as you wonder about this creature
Do this with flowers, birds, plants, clouds
You might just find your answer