Reason For Living

Words don't always come easy
Images often muddle together in one's brain.
Forming neither head nor tail
No depth nor context,
merely vague, meaningless blurs of colours and lines.
Some perceive that to be the true essence of life.
But I disagree.
That is not what Life is.
That is not what Art is.
Life has meaning.
It has purpose and movement,
not a hodgepodge of doubt and apathetic chaos.
Life HAS chaos.
It IS chaotic.
But it is a chaos that pulsates with a
thousand different intensities.
Life has a clarity that puts a twinkle
in our very souls.
Life is freedom.
Life is passion.
Life is, in itself...
  the very reason for living.