The Fallacy Of Existence

Existence - this word is often used

Yet the real meaning is known to none

Is it merely completing daily chores?

Growing from a tiny fetus to the dauntless human

And then withering away to ashes

But unlike a Phoenix,

We disappear into the void...

Or is it something more?

This question I ask myself,

And my mind answers what my heart doesn’t

Yet, their responses are so similar!

Mind, “Existence is fighting for

A place on the Earth,

Where, there is so much around,

Yet so little within our reach.

To achieve what others cannot,

To make the odd few years of life worthwhile.

Existence is using these limited years

to achieve something."

My heart chimes in, "Existence is more than

living the daily routine life.

It is introspection, discovering yourself

Trying something new every day.

It is taking note of the minute things of life

one tends to neglect.

Existence is not only living for yourself ,

But also for your fellow beings,

To celebrate what your predecessors

have left behind.

And to leave something worthwhile for

your successors.

Existence is living every moment of the

Short span of life.

I am a confused sail…

Wondering what I really am,

Questioning how it all began.

The big bang they say,

But how? When? Where?

What is time I ask?

Does it really exist?

Or is it just another one of those

Endless assumptions man has made,

To explain them,

That I learn in science every day?

Does this vast ocean called time, flow?

Or is it static?

Why am I not you, and you not me

I ask?

No one responds to my queries,

And thereby I start doubting

This fallacy of existence.