Life

Living life,
Going through the days,
Making choices,
Adapting to changes.
What is the purpose,
Of this limited time of mortality?
The answer to this question,
Depends,
On who you decide to ask.
To some,
It is to fulfill a list of requirements,
In order to gain something,
In the life after.
To others,
It is merely,
To survive,
For as long as possible.
Because for them,
Every minute is precious.
For it may be their last.
If you were to ask,
Another group of people,
They would reply,
Saying,
The purpose of life,
Is to rise up as far as you can,
On the totem pole of gain.
To gain as profit,
As possible,
Before the inevitable,
Finally catches up with them.
However,
If you were to ask,
As simple person,
Who is completely content,
With the life he has been given,
He would tell you,
That the purpose of life,
Is to be happy.
To take those simple things,
That make you smile,
And cherish them,
As if that was the last time,
You would ever see it,
Or experience it.
Grab hold of those things,
That make you feel alive,
And hold onto them,
As if merely letting go,
Would be then end of life,
As you know it.
For life is short,
Much shorter,
Than any of us,
Would like to admit.
We must use the time we are given,
As it is not much.
Live life to the fullest,
Because you never know,
What's just around the corner.