But what is what like? Life? Aren’t I in middle of it? Why don’t I know? Why do I keep seeking? What am I seeking?
Plato once said one is either running towards something or running away from something? In this case, am I running away or running towards? Is there something in life that I so desperately want? Or is there something in life that I so desperately need to get away from?
What is the ultimate end? Where to does it all lead?
What is life? We all live in it, yet different for every single one of us. There is no one being out there who precisely shares your values to the exactness of the fine lines in the imprints on your finger tips. But what is it about the lives we live that maintains life to be what it is? If one was to pull apart a chair, at what point does it stop being a chair? What is it about life that makes life ‘life’?
Is it choice? Is it freedom? Is it restriction? Is it the judgments we live within?
