... we kiss. And it feels like we have just shrugged off the world

To know what you prefer instead of humbly saying Amen to what the world tells you, is to have kept your soul alive.

~ Robert Louis Stevenson

Everyone keeps thinking about the meaning of life and our purpose for being here.

Can I tell you a secret?

For a second, I want you to close your eyes to whatever religion you worship.

(And this comes from a staunch Catholic. Just think with me for a second.)

There could be that there's no big purpose or reason. By no fault or want of our own, we are born.

And then, if we're blessed, we grow older.

We wake, some in the morning, some in the afternoons, but we wake...we wake to live our lives, to do whatever it is we are raised to (or if youre lucky, choose to) do, and then when we're tired, or bored, we go to sleep, preferably in a bed.

No matter the background music, its as simple and ordinary as that.

Some of us drive too fast, have sex too fast, drink too much, spend too much (moderation is the key, people, though thankfully not the rule). Some of us dont drive at all, dont drink, dont spend and grow old wondering why when they could have, they didn't risk. A few jump off cliffs or are pushed, pushed beyond their comfort zones to become great, and years later, wonder where their glory years went. Others drown themselves, in sorrow, water, money or women. Some choose pills, either the dietary kind, or something with just a little more kick.

A lot of us are gone in a blink of an eye, because of an accident, because of a mistake. If you're very lucky, if youre very fortunate, its old age and time that stops you.

But hows this for consolation: than the moments where everything is a kaleidoscope of colour, an hour here, and hour there.

A moment here.

A moment there.

Precious times when our lives seem, against all odds and against every expectation, to simply throw itself open and suddenly give us everything we've ever imagined.

Beauty, for even a moment, despite it all.

But everyone but children (and perhaps even they) know these hours will inevitably be followed by others, some that are far darker and more difficult.

And yet, we cherish this life, for its for these moments we live.

Our lives are in everything we do.

And then, we sleep again.

And when we wake, whether its in the morning, afternoon or night; we hope, more than anything,we hope..

..for more.