What is life?

Life must go on. That’s what they say, isn’t it? But why? Don’t get me wrong, I hope it does, but why _must_ it? I find that I’m reminded of the film ‘As Good as it Gets’ – the gay neighbour says “I’m so damned sorry for myself that it’s hard to breath”. I feel like that sometimes. Later in the film the OCD neighbour says “I’m drowning here and you’re describing the water!”

Some days I feel that life has no business going on; but it goes on anyway.

The thing is even on my greyest days, something very important, deep inside of me _wants_ it to. And that’s it, really. Life is the most exciting, challenging, rewarding, difficult, one-shot-only, awesome, lonely, lovely, secret, shared, loving, joyous, happy, tear-drenched, magnificent, daily, humiliating, humbling, sickening, encouraging mishmash of an experience available to humans this side of the death-barrier.

We may disagree about what, if anything, is on the other side of that barrier, but whether God (as I believe) or chance put us here, life is a gift.