370th Post

Life.

What do we want out of it?
What does it want out of us?

What makes life worth living?
What makes life not worth living?

Questions often asked.
Different answers.

Four simple letters.
Yet it is shrouded in so much mystery.

As i gaze at the inky black sky.
With its numerous stars.

I ponder a thought.

Mysteries are as vast as the universe.
When one finally solves one.
It merely touches the tip of the iceberg.

Mortals only live once.
And for a short time.

As i age.
My own mind slowly grows cold.
I grow more weary with the world.

As how foolish mortals.
Send others to kill one another.

How their foolishness.
Never cease to amaze me.
Nor does it fail to despair me at the same time.

And so.
I remain in the shadows.
Seated.

Pondering another thought in silence.