Life, has many nuances and connotations for different people. Varied definitions exist, but at some points in time in our lives, many of those definitions intertwine. What’s yours?
To the traveller, life is a journey.
You either walk, ride, drive, maybe even crawl through it. Some seem like they were born with a Ferrari, others have to walk first, then work themselves up to a bicycle in order to trudge forth on the eternal highway.
To the actor, life is a stage.
And we are all actors in it. Some will shine, others will get bad reviews and criticisms. Some acts are uber grandiose and others are so small scale so as to be independent. Quite a few couldn’t act at all that they perform to only a ghostly audience.
To the player, life is a game.
Tactics and stratagems are the name. Cash, career, the other gender and fame. Winner takes all, winning is everything. Losing is not an option, but when it happens, you don’t show it, and don’t let anyone know about it. Self-indulgence is a pre-requisite. It’s all about you, and you must win.
To the predator, life is a hunt.
All else is fair game. You must be at the top. Be it the corporate ladder or a social circle, up there among the Alphas is where you want to be. Weakness is shunned, and anything that signifies weakness is abhorred.
To the pious, life is faith.
Belief runs deep in your vains, and in your daily life. Not one to miss routines, but there lurks a deep corner in your heart that despises the unfaithful. Your world revolves around your faith, and you surrender everything in it’s name.
To the gambler, life is a wager.
The grass is always greener on the other side, and the more bleak your patch of grass, the greener the other side gets. Sometimes that doesn’t matter. The thrill of putting everything on the line is what gets you through going another day. Not knowing the outcome, making a decision based mostly on hope and questionable probability, you revel in the waiting.
To the artist, life is a canvas.
To be stretched and primed as only you can see fit. Splash it with rainbows or a little dotted Alsatian, abstract or fine, it’s your own expression. Oil or pastel, crayon or pencil. A brush, a finger, a scraper. Visions brought forth in monochrome or colour.
To the escapist, life is a dream.
In brightest day or blackest night, fantasies all around, such a sweet delight. Delusion too, to the point of reclining, but that’s ok, ’cause you’re always smiling.
To the enchanted, life is a story.
And it never seems to end. An adventure or two, waits for you, on some nights and almost every weekend. Experiences are never wasted, people are never hated, you live out loud, you laugh out loud, every little thing goes your way, then you’re sated.
To the musician, life is a song.
Everything that happens in it is a note, an expression. Sounds are arranged to voice out your inner passion. Feelings and moods churn out modes and scales. You make people wonder how tones can tell tales. Events transformed to chords, trills, legatos and arpeggios, it moves people so much they bleed through their nose.
To the dancer, life is a dancefloor.
There may be people on it, or there may be none, but you think of nothing except for one. Move. Move it. You like to. You want to. You love to. Poetry in motion, expressive locomotion, when you dance, there is nothing left, except for what you really are.
To the downtrodden, life is misery.
Yet hope still flourishes, no matter how forlorn. What you have left is tattered and torn. Yesterday may be bad, but tomorrow may be worse. You wonder if you’ve lived your life throughout, cursed.
To the terminal, life is a gift.
Not one day should be wasted, for there aren’t much left. Joy seems so fleeting, ofttimes bereft. Still you cling to that one moment in time, when all was right, happy and sublime. Time is precious, and happiness a treasure, ’cause you know you won’t live forever.
To the soldier, life is war.
Every day is a battle, with very little respite. There’s always something to sacrifice for, there’s always a fight. Deep is your belief in doing what is right. I hope you keep kindness and humanity in sight.
To the planner, life is a project.
Always more things to do, dreams to achieve, nonlinear approaches, a multi-faceted life to live. Deadlines and quotas to meet, wondrous accomplishments and feats, for glory or fame, or whatever it is you wish to gain, you’ll set out and do it.
To the fool, life is a joke.
And most of the time, the joke is on him. Sometimes he knows it, oftentimes he does not. When he say that life is a joke, he does mean HIS life, does he not?
To the teacher, life is a lesson.
To the student, life is a never-ending series of lessons.
To the defeatists, life is no use.
And for them, I will not write anything. Only they can get themselves out of their own picklement. Inspiration can only go so far. I proffer Divine Help. Hahaha.
To the opportunist and also the rest of us…. life is what you make of it.
Care to add some more?
In the immortal words of First Officer Spock, “Live long and prosper.”
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