Life, fulfilling or not, is life.
It needs no explanation
as to why it is the way it is.
It’s a matter of acceptance.
Life hangs on by a string,
a string of broken dreams.
As told by one human being after another,
looking for some magical bean called hope.
Hope, the fuel for tomorrow.
This mission called life, few in the world
will actually have the wisdom to accomplish.
There are so many ingredients
to add to make the taste of life
unique to each person’s plate of food.
Many equate life
with love and laughter.