On the Fly

 What does it mean to live? If our struggles are truly laid upon us by a divine force, we would naturally expect some form of justice in one way or another, yet we see that life on its very own is not justified merely by its being. What does it mean to suffer then, in the face of all this hopelessness? Perhaps then the best way to look at being is not through the lenses of our eyes but rather through an entirely different world. A fly buzzes; it lives, and it dies without the regard of the entire world. Yet its being in its entirety is no less meaningful than the lives of any other living being on this earth, yet it persists, as "...the stillness of the air between the heaves of storm", its end merely determined by the windows "...between the light and me and then the windows failed, and then I could not see to see"

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  1. Krishnan VenkateshApril 12, 2021 at 12:45 PM

    Serious question: Is it viable for me to live like the fly? Life is short; we should live our vitality to the full. Should we then not place such solemn significance on death?

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