What is the meaning of life?
Is it the incessant quest for a future dream object?
The daily building of a future security?
A working path towards retirement?
The search for the happy ending of ever after?
Or is it more noticing what is already there,
what we already have and don’t really need
what our life is full of but that we hardly see
the joy and the love of the present moment
the life and the laughs of the daily instants
the peace and the beauty of nature events
the happiness that is