Halfway to life and back again

What is life? Really? What is it about? Is there a right answer? And if there was a right answer, how many of us really would want it? Maybe that's what life is, trying to find out if there is a right answer. Trying to find where we fit in the world. Finding a place we feel comfortable, where we can rest and be at peace. What about the people who hate their lives? Have they failed? Or is that their place? Do they love to hate themselves and everything around them, is that where they want to be and where they are supposed to be? Are any of us supposed to be anywhere? That brings up fate. Fate, as in the plan of life that we supposedly fall victim to. Are there elements of fate in our lives that push us in certain directions? Is the world just one giant Tetris game of personalities, trying to fit everybody in where they best belong for the prosperity of the greater good? And what is the greater good? Good and evil are relative, and both deeply connected. There isn't one without the other; but, if there was no evil wouldn't we all be good by default, we just wouldn't know it? And what is happiness? Another relative term that means nothing and everything. One man's garbage is another man's treasure. Happiness is different because people are different. Maybe all the answers are different too.

Just the thoughts of a tired drifter merely thinking outloud for the whole world to hear.

'What is hidden?
The world never knowing
Only you
The secrets you keep
Always in your mind
Heard on your voice
Seen in your eyes
Eyes that cry out
To be understood
The voice that tells
A thousand stories
In one word
All your life
Told in a word
Told but never explained
Always hidden from the world
The secrets we keep'
--Drifter’s Muse; Canto II