On Life

A short, confused muttering on the subject of life

Life is a paradox. It consists completely of contradictions, so how could it be anything except just that? Confusing and intricate, simple and navigable; joyous and carefree, depressing and empty; life is simply a mess. Or maybe it’s perfectly organized. In any case, you simply cannot suggest anything about life without being completely and utterly incorrect. In fact this whole piece is absolute absurdity. The only caveat I tentatively assert is that life is paradoxical. That is the sole piece of sure knowledge that I halfheartedly grasp at in this whole world.

Living is the simplest of tasks and the most intricate of tasks.

Breathing is unbearably complicated yet so basic.

Life is cruel but benevolent.

Life simply is. Or maybe it isn't, who am I to say?

At different times, life is different things to different people. Life is the oddest mystery ever conceived.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A wide open topic here.
"Living is the simplest of tasks and the most intricate of tasks.
Breathing is unbearably complicated yet so basic.
Life is cruel but benevolent.
Life simply is. Or maybe it isn't, who am I to say? "
When I was young. I thought I controlled destiny. Old age taught me. We fall into place. Breathing, living and dying. Is it pre-written somewhere? A very good story my friend that create more questions than answers.
Coyote

[Joseph Morrow]

Thank you, I appreciate the review.

It's amazing how much of life we do not control. I've learned that enjoying the ride is much less frustrating. Of course, capitalizing on the things you do control is important as well. It's a delicate balance of being intensely absorbed in life and being objectively detached.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree and you are welcome.