What I know is to live this life, to see the beauty, to enthrall, to enthuse, to revel, to feel the magic that holds the world together. This magic which astonishes. The magic beyond anybody’s control. The words, the inspirations, the wonder that people see. The passions that they chase. The dreams that they follow. Doesn’t matter, the logic. Or if it can be broken down in to levels of reason. Doesn't matter if you don’t understand,
what matters is that you are blown away by it.
To see, to be and to give yourself completely to these moments, is the end of life as we know it.
From then on, the definitions change.
The plates move, ever so slightly, and the core has altered in greater degrees. Giving rise to that moment which gives the absolute meaning for your existence on this earth.
And, that is the purpose of life.
The moments when you feel as much alive, breathing and sensing. To slowly, flow in these moments, and to get free off them. To reach a greater plane where we are an inch freer that before. Where if those moments are revisited, you are only left with a feeling of acknowledgement.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
And that's the end of life as we know it.