-to say 'stay out of this'-

Today, I had a revelation as I
looked up in time to see
the cause of the angry words and the
cries of the barbaric bystanders
and caught the desperate pain in his eyes:

The purpose of life.

It hit me as the energy
and the bright schizophrenic flashing
of color
forced me away.

How much easier is it to
make sure to roll out of bed when
you have a selfish and selfless reason
all at once?
When you live for the voice
the touch
the presence
of someone else?
It's easy to live
for someone
else;
it's yourself you have to struggle for.

But in that pessimistic flash
of darkly-tinted red I saw
the truth:
what other purpose is needed
but to live?

Think, if you will
for just a moment:
isn't it enough to be here?
This awareness
is the only thing that's certain--
what if there is nothing else?
Who are we to protest
to what is given now?
For life?

Where would we be without it?