The Essence

I keep wondering about it,
I keep pondering about the purpose of my existence,
The purpose of everything,
when all the petty things I get irked about,
seem meaningless,absolutely void of sense.
Laughter,happiness,joy,praise,glory,
all these mortal values,that will just be gone one day,
make me feel like I am worth it.
But their absence,is what makes me question,

their significance,my significance.
The world needs a contemplative person,
to dispute his bubble creations,
to have worthy remonstrances,
about the interim journey to the unknown.
Many have come and many die speculating,
about the 'purpose' ,but never fathom,
that everything doesn't have to have,a purpose.
Some tastes are just meant to be enjoyed,
without being slammed or critiqued,like that of life.