Convicted in labyrinth

Life is nothing more than a long chain of searches.

We keep on searching for something: meanings, connections.

We are looking to accumulate: money, things, experiences, feelings.

We're searching for entrances,

We're searching for escapes.

We're losing ourselves in this labyrinth, multifaceted, fascinating, challenging.

How many of us do realize that all those searches are useless?

That, once born, we are convicted to live?

That the real, meaningful, search is the search of the self?

I am searching myself, sometimes, in butterflies, in flowers, in the pockets of love,

In silence and words

I keep on wandering through this labyrinth.