what is life about?

sometimes.

in the very few moments that i get to ponder about life. mine or theirs...

i came to wonder, " what is this life all about? "

countless what ifs...

limitless would've beens...

things that arise simply because life is not as predictable.

i'd like to believe that it isn't always what we think it is.

i guess the beauty that "surprises" bring is the fact that you still wouldn't know how things would turn out even if you choose your own adventure.

i'm not gonna fall into a spiritual-slash-philosophical drama right about now.

but instead stir your thoughts on that simple question.

"what is life about?"

what defines your existence? is it really all worth it in the end?

how do you feel at the end of the day? are we spurred or spun?

what makes you hold on to dear life? was it beneficial to me alone?

how about them? do i even care about them in the process?

WHAT NOW?

the questions are endless. like a child who would often ask why (yes, and it comes one after the other), life is about learning from the past, living in the present, and "preparing" for the future... a vicious cycle some might say. like a lab rat running around in a gyroscope, life is an eternal journey.

as these transpire in the premise that we've "lived and learned from every inch of experience". be it mundane or eventful, sucky, happy, or sappy. horrendous or fabulous.

life is pretty ironic when you come to think of it.

and yes, i'm as "lost" as you are.

aack.