It seems to me
so many people waste time
contemplating the meaning of life
they read books about it
pray about it, meditate about it,
even see gurus about it
For me personally,
it's not something I have to
wonder and worry so hard about
day in and day out, constantly questioning
because, you see, I already know
I've made my own answer
'Life is like a river.'
when you know where you want to go
all roads lead to the same place
the same vision, the same destiny
All one must do, is keep on paddling
keep working onwards towards your dreams - the shore -
the way I see it: dreams, life's meaning, and life's purpose
are all inexplicably, inexorably intertwined
PS: If you lose your dream
somewhere down the stream
fish for a new one, and
make your own answer
You write an earlier poem inspired by Hemon's novel which made me buy a copy, I have it next to my computer. Alas, I did not finish reading it - but I liked what I read! Your two poems are clearly from your creativity but Hemon's spirit must be deeply embedded in you. And what comes forth in your poem is a spiritual strength, even confidence which I find very moving. It is so clearly the result of deep thinking, or perhaps it's better to say, thoughts from deep inside shaped your poem. The essence of your poem is in the notion of things intertwined and recognizing one thread leads to another, to another.Our collected poems are mysteriously connected in this way and contain things even we who wrote them have to search for, pull out to understand.
sounds like a really good way to look at Life, Nika. It's a very good poem and I like the way you have given the background in detail. You are a wise young lady.
A mature view on life! Life is an inexorable puzzle..... hard to be explained with mysteries never solved! As you have put it, it is a river in perpetual flow....! We can hardly direct its course. What we need do is 'keep on paddling '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the practical outlook expressed here, Nika. It reminds me of a Carl Sandburg poem, Happinees, which I think you’ll like. -Glen
Thanks for the comment and poem suggestion. You're right, I did enjoy reading his poem. It seems like his answer to the meaning of life/happiness - though open to interpretation - could be that it is family.