Second Blog- What is life?

What is life? Why do we live? What is living? These are all questions I ask myself and refuse to answer. How are we living and dying simultaneously. Do we live to die? I want to know these answers but I do not want to find them myself. If only I could ask as a child does when asking their mother why the sky is blue. It seems I cannot hold on to truth. Sometimes I feel I am close, however this truth is inevitable. I want to grasp the sunrays that light the world

Live, dance, love, sing, comfort
These are all words that remind me of my mother. I refuse to think about what my life would be without her as I refuse to answer these questions about life. I want to always hold my mothers hand because it is at that time that I feel I am grasping the sunlight and dancing to life's rhythm, subconsciously knowing why I live but still not having an answer.