All that remains...

You find yourself searching for meaning in what has come to be.
You're looking for purpose in a world of insignificance.
Yet it always seems that purpose and meaning come with a price;
A certain sacrifice that, invariably,
Causes you to second guess that meaning to which you so firmly held.

And so you let go of your purpose,
Like you have time and time and time again.
You find yourself looking for a new, irrefutable, politically correct purpose.
One which will stand the infinite tests of time and judgement.
One which has no fallacies, no danger, no ambiguity.
Then one day the truth becomes clear:
such a meaning never was, is, or will be.

Soon after you find that life without meaning is boring.
And so you begin a new search:
A search for stimulation, for emotion, for feeling...any feeling.
Your search yields many stimuli, many possibilities, big and small.
And the combination of these into a whole,
Has created a feeling that you now hold happily 
In place of that meaning which you so desperately sought.

But such bliss wasn't meant to be.
Even this "meaning" is not invinclible, not impermeable.
And as you clench your fist around this meaning you strived for so long to discover,
You feel it slipping away nonetheless.
And you're left with the one thing,
That one thing that started you on this path in the first place:
Insignificance.

Reviews

[Angela]

You write very well. I enjoyed this piece on insignificance. I am often searching to find my place and purpose in this world, and as of yet, it still remains a mystery to me. If I were to stop my search, then I indeed would become insignificant. But because we all continue to strive for excellence and purpose, we touch many lives along the way. So then we are never really insignificant. Thank you for posting and sharing this. Keep up the good work. Great poem!!