Remnants of Living

I've been thinking lately about how I view life. I, like many, fall into the trap of thinking about life as a noun. It's easy to think of life as this thing, something we are aspiring to. Sometimes, I remember the truth. The truth is life is a verb, something we do. Life is a process called living. You can't have life without living because it is the essence of life. When I catch myself chasing the meaning of life I have to remind myself that it's nothing more than to live. Do the things I love. Create happiness in each moment. We are just surrounded by remnants of living. As an artist, I see my artwork as a remnants leftover from experiences I have had. My music is the same way. Perhaps it is a remnant of a feeling that was passing through at a particular time in my life. My dirty dishes are remnants of great meals. My messy bed is a remnant of a good night's sleep. Even my own death will be a remnant of my life. Remnants remain, but the living goes on forever. Eventually, even the remnants will leave their own remnants; such as when my body decays and turns back into earth. But the living remains ever evolving. We create every moment. We have the opportunity to be present for every experience. Happiness is not something to be found, but it is a part of the process we call living. But so is sadness and all the other emotions. Nothing is exempt. Heaven is not a place, but a state of being. Hell is our own creation. We are very creative beings. Perfection can never be attained, but exists as the unity of all existence! Stop searching. Start living!!!Let the remnants fall where they may.