contemplating life.
what purpose does it serve?
why do we question it as though it has a profound answer?
the spider plant is alive [i think…] and it doesn’t wonder why.
neither does my cat.
we think we are enlightened
because we spend so much of our lives
questioning the point in our existence.
is lost really a sign
of enlightenment?
what if the point of it all
is really ‘it all’?
we are such a small part
of such a large cosmos.
i think we think too much.
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