life is..

Writing about life is broad. Yet writing must always be about life. Life is a piece of performance, it is fleeting and it ceases in a short while in the span of eternity. Life excites and disappoints, life occupies and departs. Life is equivocating to the human soul, and life goes beyond comprehension. Everyone has a different version of what life is, because it is viewed scrupulously in different perspectives. If life is a gift, it is a mystery gift that is impossible to unravel in the capacity of a human’s intelligence. If life a full wholesome sentence, it is a long joining sentence that is heavily punctuated. If life is a winding river, it is a river that meanders slowly through the oceans and continents of the gigantic universe. If life is a miracle, it will break, amaze and impress the ignorance of humans. If life is a marketplace, it must bustle with noises and deafen one’s ears. If life is a story, it is one with an inexplicable beginning and abrupt ending. If life is a running race, it must define its top runners and losers respectively in an impartial manner. If life is valuable currency, it should be kept protected in the vintage treasure chest in the Carribean seas. If life is a pirated memory, it must be of borrowed experiences and momentary feelings. If life is an exotic strange fruit, it should be sweet-tasting and lingers on the taste buds of every tongue. If life is a pause, it will pause here. Right now and here.