There is more to life than just physical and mental health. There is more to life than pounds of flesh and blood. There is more to life than a circulation of oxygen and response to stimuli. There is more, there has to be.
There is satisfaction, there is hope, there is despair, and uncertainty. There is ignorance, lots of it, and bits of knowledge, small bits of discoveries that still plunge us into amazement. There is thirst; there is that void that no physical material satisfies. There is that hunger that no fruit or nuts ever satisfy, that curiosity that engulfs us, keeps us searching. But there is more to life than just searching, or even finding. There is a lot more in searching and not finding.
There is love, the strongest of them all even in its weakest form. There is love that dwells even in the darkest of hearts. There is love that we must share, that drowns us at times, carries us to depths unimaginable, that threatens to choke us when we scream, but gives life when we drink from its cups. There is love that gives meaning to our existence, that sometimes, however meaningless, leaves us feeling lost in multitudes. There is love whose seed may be the fig that grows into compassion. It blooms in the springs and its flowers turn rosy.
There is more than just silent wonder: there are stories to be told, and lessons to be learned. There are stories whose essence is life, whose bones are vital to the force of life. There are stories whose flesh is dessert for the soul, which flavors life itself. There are stories without which we are starved, whose existence is anchored on ours.
Indeed, there is more! There is abundance!
Via Man Wale’s Random Musings