I don’t care why

I have no idea

Why I am here really

I have vague existential nuances that have guided me towards certain beliefs

Are they 100% fact?

No clue

They’re what I go by

Only because nothing else seems any more credible

I have my own journey to navigate 

Is it a journey of some grand purpose?

Is it just happenstance?

Is it pure fiction?

Who knows?

Who cares?

I don’t 

I don’t care about the grand ultimate scheme of why

Because in reality

Asking the question doesn’t lead to a change in what I am trying to accomplish here

And that is

To be happy

To be at peace with myself

With my choices

To make the most out of it

Whatever this is

Whatever I have before me

I do stumble 

I do make mistakes

But I go on

Knowing 

Beyond a shadow of any doubt 

That this moment and what I make of it

Is far more important than ruminating over any existential conundrum will ever be

Which is what I think people overlook

The simplicity of that

Just right here

Right now

What do I chose?

Me.....personally...I:

Chose happiness

Chose peace

Chose forgiveness

Chose acceptance

Chose compassion

Chose love

Right now in this moment 

Letting everything else fall by the wayside

The past

The future

All irrelevant to my now

So ask yourself 

Who do you chose to be now?

Yes but why

I’ve always been a bit of a rebel

Some would say

I would not

I would say ever inquisitive

And trying to be pendant

When I get told to do something

I respond much better and follow through best

If I’m told why

Because I want to use my own judgement

In life we have to follow sooo many rules

Social cues

Etiquette

Speech patterns

Deciphering people’s characteristics

Analyzing our environment

That it all gets so exhausting

That while a lot would take upon he easier route of just following along

Trusting

And/or not caring about a why

But that isn’t me

I haven’t learned life’s lessons by just following along

I’ve learned them by paying attention

and knowing and understanding the why

If my heart can’t follow along

Then what’s the point of life at all

Isn’t it then not truly worth living

For what kind of life can that be?

One devoid of your very own spirit