The Sun rises and sets, as it always has, relentlessly.
It can be relentlessly brutal in its burning, it can be relentlessly beautiful in its light.
Your breath inhales and exhales, as it has from birth, relentlessly
It can be relentlessly brutal when your spirit aches, relentlessly beautiful when your spirit soars.
The momentum of life’s will to survive is formidable, relentless in its desire.
Like a weed growing in the cracks of a sidewalk, finding its way out of concrete suffocation, surviving.
Its beauty living in its will to exist, despite itself, despite its circumstance.
Here is the meaning, my friend. The Sun rises and the Sun sets, and how you receive the world in between is what matters. Your breath inhales and your breath exhales. How you receive your spirit in between, is what matters.
This is the meaning of life.