Don't Ask

What is the meaning of life? Sorry, the answer isn't here. However, I wonder if it's a valid question?

Yesterday, I read a blog entry referring to two additional blogs that posed this question. I broke for lunch and walked to a bookstore. The air was neither cold nor hot but was perfect. The breeze felt refreshing. The sunlight has that special glow that I associate with Fall. The flowers, grasses, shrubs and trees had comforting and subdued yet brillant colors. The mountain seemed thrilling.

The world was perfect! A beautiful gift! Questioning the meaning of life or the purpose of life seemed profane.

I didn't question it but simply enjoyed it.

Maybe that's the meaning or purpose of life. To simply enjoy the gift without analyzing it.