Just to think that
we have enough intelligence
to ponder about why we’re here
and the meaning of this existence
among the stars, the sun and the moon.
And though I cannot give you
the secret to the meaning of life,
as if it is some formula or number,
just to think that we are here:
breathing, feeling , wondering
and living lives as best we can.
So, maybe that’s it.
Maybe the meaning is in the
thinking and the wondering
and the marvelling about existence
and all that we are.
Maybe there is no one
stable meaning but
a whole lot of meanings
that we constantly create.
Maybe the meaning is
in the search for meaning,
and meaninglessness is
when we no longer care to think.