Hey,
some weeks ago a call was open, asking for answers in 150 words on the question 'what is life'. i found myself incaple of answering it in 150 words well enough and decided to write a narrative story (not true as written) highlighting some aspects of life. first off, i would be glad about any comments on the story (readable, understandable, etc...).
But most of all, whats your answer?
Try not to exceed 150 words 😉
What is life?
And then she screamed. Her naked body smeared with blood, still blind, she screamed as if she knew, which other horrors were to come – it went like a chill to my bones. Her mother half-unconscious of pain, her father pale as death and feeling no more than helpless.
It was a moment never to forget, and most would call this moment 'wonderful'. At six eighteen, March 13, my daughter was born and I was feeling, literally, like the happiest person in the world.
About three hours later on the same day, her mother was declared dead. She is no more.
Words, even thoughts, are insufficient to explain her being gone – let alone the closeness of life and death, giving birth.
My daughter just turned four. She looks more like her mother than her father – luckily – and hardly a day passes without me wondering, who she is, who her mother was or what is actually happening.
It is life happening, for sure.
Originally posted by tharkeshLife is like conciousness, more common sense than able to be explained in words.
Hey,
some weeks ago a call was open, asking for answers in 150 words on the question 'what is life'. i found myself incaple of answering it in 150 words well enough and decided to write a narrative story (not true as written) highlighting some aspects of life. first off, i would be glad about any comments on the story (readable, understandable, etc...).
o she is, who her mother was or what is actually happening.
It is life happening, for sure.
150 words?
did you check Wiki?
🙂
Life is the breath of god, amongst other things
Originally posted by tharkeshEdit: didn't want to trivialize your experience.
Hey,
some weeks ago a call was open, asking for answers in 150 words on the question 'what is life'. i found myself incaple of answering it in 150 words well enough and decided to write a narrative story (not true as written) highlighting some aspects of life. first off, i would be glad about any comments on the story (readable, understandable, etc...). ...[text shortened]... o she is, who her mother was or what is actually happening.
It is life happening, for sure.
That's a hell a of a life lesson , may all your family be enlightened, I will light an incencse stick for you.
Originally posted by karoly aczelhehe, of course. wiki belongs to every serious research nowadays!
150 words?
did you check Wiki?
🙂
edit: sorry, should have made it more clear. the 'i-narrative' was chosen to catch the reader more by the soul, so to say. even though it did not happen to me ("not as written" ), something similar to the story happens every day in the whole world.
an incense for them would be the right thing, instead.
Originally posted by tharkeshJesus
Hey,
some weeks ago a call was open, asking for answers in 150 words on the question 'what is life'. i found myself incaple of answering it in 150 words well enough and decided to write a narrative story (not true as written) highlighting some aspects of life. first off, i would be glad about any comments on the story (readable, understandable, etc...). ...[text shortened]... o she is, who her mother was or what is actually happening.
It is life happening, for sure.
Originally posted by tharkeshan excellent narrative my friend and you sum up the fragility and transience of life
Hey,
some weeks ago a call was open, asking for answers in 150 words on the question 'what is life'. i found myself incaple of answering it in 150 words well enough and decided to write a narrative story (not true as written) highlighting some aspects of life. first off, i would be glad about any comments on the story (readable, understandable, etc...).
o she is, who her mother was or what is actually happening.
It is life happening, for sure.
beautifully, it is the story of hello and goodbye. Cherish your memories, cherish your
time with your children, wife, family and friends, relationships are the only thing worth
anything when its hello and goodbye, that is the story of life.
Originally posted by tharkeshYour story is quite moving.
Hey,
some weeks ago a call was open, asking for answers in 150 words on the question 'what is life'. i found myself incaple of answering it in 150 words well enough and decided to write a narrative story (not true as written) highlighting some aspects of life. first off, i would be glad about any comments on the story (readable, understandable, etc...). ...[text shortened]... o she is, who her mother was or what is actually happening.
It is life happening, for sure.
Here is a different slant; dryer, more existential, perhaps:
Life is one of the ways that the universe expresses itself. In some parts of the universe; there is thinking. Those parts, that I will, with intention, call persons*, sense themselves to be "isolated 'egos' inside bags of skin" (-- quoting Alan Watts). This is an illusion, but it is an illusion that is put to use. The life of a person is the use to which that illusion is put.
*"Latin persōna originally denoted a ‘mask, particularly one worn by an actor’ (it may have been borrowed from Etruscan phersu ‘mask&rsquo😉." -- http://www.word-origins.com/definition/person.html
Originally posted by JS357Edit: RHP does not know how to handle the accent mark for the long "o" in "persona".
Your story is quite moving.
Here is a different slant; dryer, more existential, perhaps:
Life is one of the ways that the universe expresses itself. In some parts of the universe; there is thinking. Those parts, that I will, with intention, call persons*, sense themselves to be "isolated 'egos' inside bags of skin" (-- quoting Alan Watts). This is an ill ...[text shortened]... rowed from Etruscan phersu ‘mask&rsquo😉." -- http://www.word-origins.com/definition/person.html
Originally posted by tharkeshWhy can't I like this post like on Facebook?
Hey,
some weeks ago a call was open, asking for answers in 150 words on the question 'what is life'. i found myself incaple of answering it in 150 words well enough and decided to write a narrative story (not true as written) highlighting some aspects of life. first off, i would be glad about any comments on the story (readable, understandable, etc...). ...[text shortened]... o she is, who her mother was or what is actually happening.
It is life happening, for sure.
Originally posted by tharkeshYou know the value of life when you’d give the entire world for a few moments
Hey,
some weeks ago a call was open, asking for answers in 150 words on the question 'what is life'. i found myself incaple of answering it in 150 words well enough and decided to write a narrative story (not true as written) highlighting some aspects of life. first off, i would be glad about any comments on the story (readable, understandable, etc...). ...[text shortened]... o she is, who her mother was or what is actually happening.
It is life happening, for sure.
of time to spend with them again. A life with meaning is one filled with love for
others; precious are the lives whose very presence or the mere thought of
cheers the heart, whose absence lessens our days. Pathetic are the lives whose
only concern is their own pleasures and lusts, they will never be filled, but
always lacking as they try to fill themselves with that which is less.
KellyJay