Every time I close my eyes I see through a frosted window into my mind.

Everything I see is what I am, it’s what I feel, but I can’t see it so clearly.  I’ve never asked myself what the meaning of life is, why I’m here or where I came from.
I’ve only ever asked what life is.

And so I found my answer.

Life is...

Everything that matters.

It’s running on an empty road with no one watching you,

It’s lying down and seeing the images between the clouds,

It’s the beetle on the ceiling of your bathroom when you discover how beautiful the
small things are,

Life is the exploding feeling, the one of anger, hate, jealousy, fear, anticipation,
excitement, joy and sadness,

Life isn’t a cup of coffee every morning,

It isn’t what clothes you wear,

Life is what we are.

Life is the cold cement of the old well you sit on while watching the sun set,

Life isn’t road kill,

Life is laughing truthfully,

It’s the numbness of your hands on a cold winter walk,

It’s the smell that brings back a memory of emotion,

It’s the tears on your legs,

Life’s the moment where you pray to a god you never believed in because you’re in
such a bad situation,

And when you thank the god you never believed in for giving you such a glorious
life.

Life is crying because someone you love is crying,

Life is two feet under your public washroom stall,

Life is your parents yelling at each other,

Life is a hand as cold as death telling you not to worry,

Life is luck,

Good and bad,

We have to deal with it,

Every single one of us,

And that’s okay

If you realize

Life is living.