Reflection Upon My Life Poem by Javier Falcon

Is it absurd for people to try and find the light? Why can’t we find the answers we are looking for when we need them? Like a man trying to find comfort in a religion that doesn’t show him any facts, being led by a crowd that knows nothing yet has faith; but faith, that is nothing that they have that I don’t. That light that lets them believe in the concept without needing proof of its existence, can it be good? I am not much of a man for walking in the dark, and need hard evidence to see stuff, but can a little faith really hurt me? Well I don’t have the answer, like I don’t have the answer to many of the things going on around me. Yet I seem to try. Why is life so hard or are these a pair of goggles I am wearing that seems to make everything more blurry? Am I blind or is someone wanting me not to get the message? Why can’t life be like a book? Something simple, with a beginning and an end, well now that I think of it we have birth and death, but I want deeper concepts, like the knowing of the meaning of life. I do get the point, we are born and anything that is born dies… But come on, there has to be more. We are not just here as pets for a God that supposedly loves us who will judge us upon arrival and departure from this world. Yet I mention again, life should bring a manual, something we can read to understand and just deal with it. No allusions, no double meanings, just facts. This is life; now keep on until you die. Maybe I am overlooking the big picture. Maybe life is a book and as we live we write our own novel, without there being a meaning, destiny, fate, or any mambo jumbo… There aren’t answers to life than those you set up. As if a problem has no solution, then don’t worry; and if your problem has a solution, don’t worry. So I guess life is just a big book with giant clear invisible pages which we fill with text every day. And even though I have not found the answers to my questions, I guess I will continue to make my answers, even if they are not the correct ones. As life is hard, at the end of it all, it kills you.