No bad times, there are no good ones,
Life’s just a gurgling river,
There is when the flotsam meteors past,
and when it meanders gently through.

I am just an observant crane,
indifferent to the slow or the roar,
To muddy water from rains in the hills,
or pure from the glacier blue.

For I learnt the lore that if I stand,
by this river, long and keen,
ready to bill the jump,
I will get my fish anew.

And what a privilege it is that,
I am on the shores of this lovely stream,
sharing hours of silence,
fishing along side you.

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After some thought on this subject, I have concluded the whole purpose of life is living. Searching for deeper meaning is meaningless on something so un-controllable. Happiness and sadness is just part of the flow. Acceptance of this will give you happiness.