Point...

Sometimes, I think we’ve got it all wrong. What if the point of life is not what we think it is? What if it is not about the job we take, the money we make, the company we keep, the clothes we wear. What if the things we are running after are really the things we should be running after? Perhaps we are all running in the wrong direction. All our lives – chasing the wrong things. What if life is not about control and gain? What if the point is not to stay away from all those people, places and emotions that we so needlessly fear? What if the point is to actually let go of that control?

What if the primary reason for existence is to fall asleep in your beloved's lap under a shady tree?
What if the point is to feel the fingers gently pressing on the back, lip on cheek?
And what if during those kisses, the point is to stop for a moment and see the sun setting, the fireflies twinkling, and look at your lover's face to see the rustling leaves while feeling the breeze?
What if the point is to include these beauties of the world in your life and share it with your lover?
What if the point all along has been to get along, to relate, to experience things on their own terms?
What if the point is to feel the joy when happy, love when loving, anger when angry, thoughtful when full of thought?
What if the point from the beginning has been to simply experience and... be?


-omi