What have our lives been about? What have they been for? What did we do with them, our lives?
Have we simply blundered – wandering confusedly? Have we simply staggered, and fallen over and again? Is there somewhere we’re being led? A direction in which we’re leading ourselves?
Will there ever be peace? Will there even be an end – a full stop?
What will we have been doing with our lives? Were we merely drunk in charge of our lives? Were we simply wreckers and ruiners of our lives? Were we only ever wasters, squanders of the gift that was given to us?
Did we ever think that life was precious? Did we ever treat it preciously?
What didn’t we do? How didn’t we live? Because that’s as important as what we did do. Or didn’t do. As how we lived?
Did we miss the clues? Did we take the wrong path? Did we get things wrong? Did we do what we could have? Did we follow our orders? What orders? Was here something we were supposed to find? Was there a chance that we missed?
Were we misled? Did we mislead ourselves? Get in our own way? Were we obstacles to ourselves?
Are we still alive? How is it that we’re still alive? How is it that our lives go on?
Work in Progress 