Carry on, as if Nothing Really Matters

Life, an intricate mosaic.
Each moment, each path, each trial,
a tesserae, an adhesive, a grout.
Shaping the essence of the mortal body.

Everyone begins the same,
we learn and grow in this shifting world,
but in hardship’s grip, where shadows loom,
the one who persists, lives in eternal bloom.

Adversity, like a sculptor’s firm hand,
molds us, makes us recognize,
despite feeling unprepared for the day’s light,
the night’s hold won’t cloak every moment.

Life is a paradox: frivolous yet thoughtful,
like an artwork with a sole preordained purpose.
A whimsy tango, mistakes our partners,
unwanted entities that guide us along the way.

To where though?
Where does life go when it takes its leave?
Does it wander amid a celestial compound?
Or in the rustling leaves that crinkle softly?

Perhaps it resides In the echoes of memories held dear.
Alas, stands the problem with the end,
because it isn’t the end that mortals fear,
It’s the unknown, the journey to a mysterious destination.

Life, like the ocean’s secrets,
what it is, where it goes, we may never know.
So cherish every moment, carry on amidst the storms,
with courage as your compass,
Find your essence, the poetry of life.