We are born with eyes wide open,
and the world spins in colors we can't yet name.
We take our first breath,
and time begins to stretch and fold
like paper crumpled by unseen hands.

We walk in the footprints of those before us,
chasing answers to questions we don't fully understand.
What is this life about?
What is the meaning hidden beneath the noise,
beneath the laughter and the tears,
beneath the fleeting moments we call "today"?

We live,we stumble,we rise,
we chase dreams like shadows that disappear at dawn.
We find meaning in love,
in work,in art,in fleeting moments of joy,
as if we could trap the essence of life
in the small corners of our hearts.

Yet,even as we gather all that is precious,
the winds of time carry us forward.
And eventually, we die,
returning to the earth from which we came,
like leaves falling gently from the branches,
to become part of something greater,
something we could never quite grasp.

Is this the answer?
To be born,to live,and to die?
Perhaps the essence lies not in finding the answer,
but in the search itself-
in the quiet beauty of the questions
that guide us through our days.