The Meaning of Life

I've often wondered.
I've intellectualized it.
I've simplified it.
I've read about it until my eyes were tired.
I've spoken about it until my throat was sore.
I thought about it until my head hurt.

I've slept on it.
When I woke up, the thought was still there.
Awake, but not awoke.

What is the meaning of life?

The question follows me.
Sometimes it screams for my attention.
Sometimes it is a quiet ghost, barely whispering, but haunting.

Always insistent,
Always persistent.

What Is the meaning of life?

It is a riddle not to be solved.
A code with no key.
A mystery with no solution.

What is the meaning of life?

I must accept, I do not know, will not know, can never know, because the question itself is flawed.

I ask, instead, What meaning can be found from life?

My answer,

Grace, gratitude and growth.

What is yours?