 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
| A man lived a sheltered life, away from the burdens of existence |
|
|
| He finally decided He would go to a teacher, who would show him, |
|
|
| THE MEANING OF LIFE |
|
|
| He traveled across His country to a great University, |
|
|
| And met with professors and scholars there, |
|
|
| But none could answer His question well enough |
|
|
| Something in what the wisest ones professed seemed empty. |
|
|
| He never noticed the lovers kissing in the quad, |
|
|
|
Or the frat boys playing Frisbee. |
|
|
| If the wisest here could not help, He would travel abroad. |
|
|
| On the boat to Asia, He never noticed the honeymooners. |
|
|
| He rode a bus to the monasteries of ancient thinkers, |
|
|
| Certain they would hold the key to His quest. |
|
|
|
He would smile at the children who watched Him |
|
|
|
But never noticed their giggles and smiles. |
|
|
| At the base of the mountain, He finally stood, looking up at the heights |
|
|
|
For certain, His quest would end here He thought. |
|
|
| He never noticed his guide savoring a drink with friends. |
|
|
| High into the clouds, to a great monastery, He climbed. |
|
|
| He never noticed the beauty around Him. |
|
|
| Knocking on the door, He felt his quest was done. |
|
|
|
But no one answered His knocks. |
|
|
| The door swung open on rusted hinges, revealing nothing within |
|
|
| All His travel, all His searching seemed in vain, so He cried |
|
|
| His guide watched Him cry, wondering what to say. |
|
|
| The guide whispered softly, you have had the secret all along |
|
|
| The Meaning of Life is to live it |
|
|
| �to love, to laugh, to hurt, to cry. |
|
|
|
to be born, to exist, to die |
|
|
| You passed through uncounted lives |
|
|
| And your presence changed each one |
|
|
| Leave this place and find the meaning |
|
|
| In the new life , you've just begun. |
|
|
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|