The Dead Poet - Tolstoy

Tolstoy once wrote
The only absolute knowledge
Attainable to man
Is that life is meaningless
He was right
Nothing comes inherent with our existence
We emerge from the void
From emptiness
Into this world to create
Something from the nothingness
To form being
We have to create meaning in our lives
To paint it with color
To saturate it with purpose
To permeate it with intent
That is our responsibility, to foster meaning
In our own lives
Not by circumstance. Or by our pain. Or by our joys
They are the results of how we define the world
Our years are short upon this earth
And at the moment of death
It will not be the things we have done
That we'll regret
So much as the things we never took the time to do

Written by:
Trevor Waller

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