The Great Irony Of Life Itself Poem by Brayden R. Kennedy

There are many questions we are born to ask.
Is our life our life to live?
What does it mean to live in the first place?
Why are we deserving to be on God's Earth?
One could drive themselves mad pondering questions
That has puzzled even the wisest of men.
Yet, aren't these questions what make life worth living?
Questioning our life is what drives man forward.
For isn't it true that
Life only truly begins
When we find something worth dying for?
Life in and of itself is a paradox solvable,
Not by man's intents,
But by a force beyond our comprehension.
So my dearest friends,
I ask of you not to try to question our puzzling existence,
But better it.
For if we are to live without living,
Then we have wasted precious time.
I have found that when you stop question life,
Only then does life become comprehensible.
And that, dear companions,
Is life's greatest irony.