A personal reflection on the Absurdity of life

A personal reflection on the absurdity of life....

Life drifts like a passing season,
its tides fierce, untamed.
We arrive unbidden,
we depart unseen�"
tomorrow a whisper,
the present, a veil.
Memories sink into the abyss of time.

Yesterday’s wounds are blessings
for those who dare to see.
No soul walks unburdened,
for every debt is claimed,
whether known or unknown,
whether we bow or resist.

Yet in this grand absurdity,
we chase meaning�"perhaps love.
Forgetting the transient breath of existence,
we grasp, we cling,
only to be torn apart.

Nothing here is truly ours,
not even the self we call our own.

Eva....