My daily life usually trundles along on a well-oiled track, and normally I’m of sound mind, until its insidious questioning again sucks at my sanity.
All through my life the challenge has befuddled my brain without delivering any answers, but when it leaves, my mind’s back on track.
“I’m old now,” I tell the cerebral challenge as it begins its final interrogation…
“Where to? Where from? Why? Is there?”
Soon my lifelong question will be answered.
Is there a meaning to life? Or not?