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Life is Meaningless

June 18, 2023
By Shiki_Shi SILVER, Pelham, Alabama
Shiki_Shi SILVER, Pelham, Alabama
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Favorite Quote:
I shall be someone who bears a why for any how.


Life is meaningless. 

All we do are but to strive:

to fabricate a single piece of evidence, 

such to reveal the life's significance: by wealth, by social status, by love and by any means. 

We will inevitably perish, 

and we can’t help but generate regrets on a daily basis 

while moaning at the back of the classroom, throwing out at our already miserable lives. 

Alas, give me liberty or give me death. 

It’s a preposterous notion to even think of the life’s meaning. 

Oscar Wilde never took life seriously. 

Woody Allen would naively believe the love is the only antidote to our unpredictable and destined-to-doom lives. 

Someone optimistic would even go far to say something like “carpe diem.”

We are nothing more than a school of Sisyphuses, on an absurd and impossible mission to push our rocks back to the unattainable top

But I’d rather live infamously as a louse in the city’s sewage than die heroically as the Great Achilles on the Greek, glorious lands

Alas, what matters if I can live a romantic life? 

Nothing, indeed. 

If I were ever given a chance to play as a knight, I might inscribe my name on the inside of my armor, my helmet, at the tip of my sword, and on the top of my horse’s saddle. 

So I would fight

to my last drop of my scarlet tears, 

So I would step 

on the insurmountable mountains, 

So I would toss my gauntlet at any formidable man, say, Goliath of Philistine

I would write my poem under every starry night

I would skip the classes to drink my wine 

I would, if ever possible,

say goodbye, say ‘I find your eyes enchanting,’ 

to seek, and nevertheless love the wrong one.


Life is meaningless.

All we do is but to breathe the air under the starry night,

to tango in rain,

to pat cats affectionately, 

to say 'I love you' to every single person we run into,

to pursue a meaningless life of the slightest chance that would:

be remembered

by the endearing earth, the evergreen trees, and the eternal universe,

and by you.

Life is meaningless.

To live or not to live? The answer is certainly yes.


The author's comments:

At a stage of my life when I should be anxious about my college application, I extend such existential dread to a deeper reflection of my life. Eventually, I temporarily concluded that the essence of life is to strive to live out one's full potential and to try to enjoy life as much as one could--despite the inevitability of death. 


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