on life

What is life? Because I don't think I know anymore. There are many adjectives that exist. Verbs, nouns, words that have the meaning that we give them. So many experiences and ways to talk about them All drowning one another out, All shouting to be heard. None listening. I thought I knew, That I read enough stories, felt enough feelings. As one of many quotes I have recorded says, life is chaotic probability. Or, life is sorrow. Or anger. Or joy. Or suffering, or despair, love, hate, pleasure, Moving forwards, looking backwards, repeating and building and feeling and talking and so many, So, so many things. Life is life. I don't truly think anyone is qualified to say more. Life is, from beginning to end, unique. Or not. All I know is that I am alive right now. Not more, not less. Do with that what you will.