at each year’s end
Reminded of naturalist Thoreau
more often than not
at each year’s end.
As much as the many moments
of attempts at reflection
scattered within every year.
Follow-through on life course
alteration contemplation
should not be a once-a-year will.
Nor should actual change.
Will I have lived at all?
The question beyond all questions.
When I come to die.
Reactions to events
thrown at random
across our cantering path
is not truly living.
It is a measure of survival, though.
Spit-turning feral animals.
Claws swiping, teeth gnashing
wolves and saber-tooth tigers.
Spooked by our own shadows.
To live a purposeful life?
Such a simple idea.
Steadfast, intense, curious.
Ask questions to try and understand
the meaning of life
even though it does not matter
if we do not.
To try. That is what matters.
The truly important thing is that
we live it.
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