What is life
if not a question without an answer,
a path we walk
while drawing the map beneath our feet?

It does not wait for clarity,
nor pause for certainty.
It unfolds-
one breath,
one moment,
one unspoken truth at a time.

We search for meaning
in stars,in scriptures,
in the patterns of our pain,
forgetting that life
is not a riddle to be solved,
but a presence to be witnessed.

The essence of life
is not in what we achieve,
but in how we exist
with the unknown.

To live
is to be unfinished,
yet whole.