Questioning Living
written by: Fiordaliso
Today I’ve sat outside for hours
I’ve been reading some poems about love
About life and learning to be grateful
For things we can’t control.
So I’ve sat outside for hours
Listening to the birds chirping
And the people walking by the garden
Living their lives while I’m here wondering
If I’ve ever lived in my whole life.
And I ask myself: What am I doing here?
Where do I go?
People are walking by,
The world goes on living
But I still sit here,
Stuck on unanswerable questions
And an all too soon starting midlife crisis.
I don’t plan on getting old, do I?
But then I remember:
I have to remember
To be grateful for myself.
And at the sound of these soothing words
My soul stills, content for just a moment.
But the questions have been asked already
And my subconscious is gnawing on them
With nothing to soothe its terror.
- Questioning Living - November 12, 2025
