WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE
when you are confined to a room or a bed
and struggling with every breath?
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What is the point of living,
when so many people are dying
and you may not see another sunrise?
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Is life nothing more than just breathing?
More than mere feeding and elimination?
More than being kept alive by machines?
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These questions kept me awake
even when my body needed sleep.
The answers came to me in a lucid dream.
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Several old friends smiled at me,
reminding me of the good time together,
They came from different period of time.
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I recalled the exciting moments
of my first degree, first love, first job
and what I had done for others.
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I remembered the happy day
when I first heard God’s call
and many answered prayers.
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Most of the meaningful moments
were hidden deep in my memory
and filled my heart with tears and joy.
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The meaning of life can be found
in those precious mements and
the knowledge that I am not alone.