Put your hand over your chest,
this is a heartbeat,
that thump or pounding,
you are alive,
you are living.
Life, a peculiar manifestation,
an existence, our existence,
regardless of what theory you subscribe to,
it is an interesting question,
just why do we manifest these fleshy contraptions?
It is a fascinating gift of humanity to be so lucid,
to be in control of our fleshy contraptions,
we call ourselves human,
but what does it mean to be human?
That beating inside your chest,
it tells you one thing, you are alive.
Those photos your family has of you,
that proves you have an origin,
Cemeteries, funerals, decay,
this proves you have an end,
you have a start and an end,
birth and burial,
life and death.
It's not why you're alive that matters,
it's not why you're dying that matters,
what matters is you, how you get from point A to point B,
this is called purpose,
you are alive, you were born, you have purpose,
your life is yours to explore and develop,
one long string of events taking you from birth to burial.
You are human, this is being human,
you were not born to die, you were born to live,
you seeing and hearing this right now proves that.
you have a purpose, to be alive,
to be human, is to be alive,
to be alive, is to have purpose.