In the search for meaning, we sift through sands -
Each grain, a moment; some slip, some we grasp in our hands.
What is this quest, if not to love, to learn, to yearn,
To light up shadows, for which we so deeply yearn?
Life's essence isn't in the finding, but in the earnest search,
In every heart we touch, in love's perch.
So maybe, just maybe, the meaning we seek,
Is in every breath, every word, every cheek.
For in the end, it's not about the grand scheme or plan,
But the love, the moments, the connections - that's where meaning began.