Why we live . . . .

So the big questionl, yes? Why do you do that thing you do? Since that old time immemorial we ask silly things like that. The search for meaning (read Viktor Frankls - Mans Search for Meaning !). Perhaps not a thing matters except the scattered moments of brief clarity, the moment of comfort provided, the instant of a kiss, the promise of love unfulfilled, a hot summer day and the smell of fragrant blackberries, the beginning of healing a broken heart and body. There is so much more and yet, I am miserably unprepared to speak, to write.


So why does one care? So why do you exist? So why do you remain engaged in your life and not remake yourself?

David