Life

Life is something we all ponder whether we'd like to argue the wastefulness of thinking about our "existentiality" or the quality and meaning that may be found by trying to determine exactly why it is that we exist. Some, when asked (myself included), would simply resolve to say that life simply is. But the fact of the matter is, life is not simple. When you think back to that certain memory that makes you smile or that moment that encourages you to fight back tears, there are no words to describe it, but we accept, that hey, that was my life.

Life, I have come to believe, should be measured by the direct association of the events a life underwent, unique as they are in every manner, no matter how familiar or how much someone else may claim to be capable of relating, and how an individual thusly chose to define him or herself based on his or her perception of those events. I'm sure that many of you have heard the phrase "don't work your life away." Frankly, I disagree. While this may appear rudimentary to some: while one may work and yet find no life in it, others build their life around their work, and the more power to them.

I have also come to feel that life does not lie within the meddling capacity of our peers. A peer may speculate as to the quality of my life, but their speculations must, and will be subjective to their perceptions of their own life whether they realize it or not. I feel that assumptions about life and choices which may affect ones life should not be based upon consequences alone. If I believed they were, I would convert back to Christianity. It is no one persons place to say whether one is right or wrong in their choices. This, as in all life-embodied questions, should be left only to one's own design and contemplation. Should I have made the wrong choice I will readily accept that fault I readily accepted to undertake.

Finally, I feel that life as a whole, indescribable as it may be, is a process. Life is a process that requires continuous evaluation. I feel that in order to be accepting (regardless of the quality of feeling in either a positive or a negative degree) of ones life, one must continuously ask is this what I want. According to all that I know, is this what is right for me. For some, this question may be answered easily, for others, not so much. I know that for myself, within the scope of my evaluation, I have determined that it is hard to say I made the right choices. But, it is this continuous evaluation that gives me the willingness, and the openness to be content in what I am and what represents me. It provides me the clarity to see that life is not a written book but a empty one and that choices do not have to be permanant and that there are other options besides the one choice.

In the end I feel that life is something we must decide for ourselves. I do not know what I will do with mine, or where my life is going, but I know how I will get there. Do you?