(Via marcandangel.com)
What is this phenomena
Man has pondered upon
Across time
This mysterious force
Still confounds us
Like how simple things elude us
Its purpose is also hideously uncomplicated
But at the same time convoluted
*
What is life
But a chance
A gift
A blank canvas
With a palette
And a paint brush
Thrust into our hands
At the very instant
Of our existence
For us to paint our destinies
*
Life is an event
That progresses in accordance
With our decisions born of
Our loyalties born of
Our beliefs
Of who we are
*
Life is emotion
It is how we act
And how we react
Life is when we laugh
And when we cry
*
Life is when we get hurt
It is when we choose
To cower
To accept defeat,
To continue as a victim
Life is when we choose to rise
Up to the challenges
It is when we look at failure in the eye
When we accept it, but never defeat
Life is when we learn from them
And move on as the wiser man
*
Life is a kaleidoscope
Of colours and textures
A complicated web of events and outcomes
Life is the known
Life is the unknown
Life is unlimited
But essentially,
Life is what you make it.
© Devina S.
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