Floating

Well, there is no way in the world that all this living and experience and sadness and joy is meaningless, is there, but life seems just a ribbon or a tube floating on a river past the kaleidoscope of life's shrapnel on the banks as we drift by watching it explode into different shapes and sizes and colors and wonder at it all and whether we struggle or not the boat keeps floating by and our head is - so far - above water and whether we struggle or not it's the same so we learn not to and that is much better as we realize with relief that we cannot make or not make most things happen, all we can do is just float or paddle a bit or even thrash but the rhythm is the same no matter what we just keep floating through the good and the bad and it is all good...........