Life

 Life is an endless array of noise and colors.

We grow and wither and learn that the world is less tolerant of bullshit and is an endless sea of disappointment.

We gather and observe and act accordingly to be accepted to the society built on the weary and deprived.

We judge and discard and wait for a time to act, all while worrying that it will never be enough.

We beg and weep and scream when we are just short of what is required, hoping that the next time will be different.

But we also celebrate that life is worth living.

For the smell of rain, of freshly cut grass, and warm chocolate.

For the sound of the wind in the woods, of laughter in the air, of community.

For the touch of the warm sun, of a first kiss, of warm embrace.

For the view of completely untouched snow in the early morning, of a sea of flowers after rainfall, of family waiting for a trip home.

Life is an array of what we make of it.