i thought i already knew the meaning of life back when i scanned through books at our library, baffled by the question of my science teacher ❝what is life for you?❞. i thought i already knew that life is a contradiction to death, but then the next day our religious teacher asked the same question and quoted, ❝life is God's most precious gift❞.
i can clearly remember that as the sound of the bell resonated the empty hallway, footsteps scampered throughout, i ran across the hectic crowd and as soon as i got to the same old, sheet-scented room, i scurried through million of words, swam through ocean of stories, and camped through days and nights pondering the same question over and over. i have became an immigrant of what lies between the pages, unraveling unkempt verses in search for an unconditional meaning.
again it echoed and i came back to the room, math teacher started his lesson. there i knew of lines, the ones that meet and the ones that never, and there i knew of someone, a seatmate, a quiz partner. i thought i already knew the meaning of life, but i wonder how it drastically changed, the second my eyes set a glimpse upon yours. maybe, life really is God's greatest gift, for out of all the wishes i wished looking at the stars, waiting as the clock tick its tock at exactly eleven:eleven, you were a blessing i never prayed for.
i thought i already knew the meaning of life, but i forgot that life wasn't the setting of the sun that most will admire. life is the easily-blown formations of clouds, but none really cared, for the setting is a God-given sight everyone would be willing to be burned for.
i thought i already knew the meaning of life, but then science came in, how could be my life be the contradiction of its meaning. you were my life, the easily-blown, passing beauty.
i thought i already knew the meaning of life, but then math butted in, you were the intersecting line i never wanted to cross. still, i hope that at some point we'll meet again.
