The Search

I am lost and am now searching for an existence; the sole purpose of my living. Deep within myself, within the barriers of my own mind and heart, finding something which is neither lost, nor found. And the deeper I go into myself searching for a rhythm, I find silence, silence of hundred year. Silence which lasts a hundred years, and which will probably last hundred more years.

Whats the purpose of my existence when the rhythm of life is missing. Did I search the right corridors? They have to be somewhere here, where did I miss them? They would'nt have gone far... When did I lose it? Where did I lose it? I just don't find them. Is this a treasure hunt, where the winner gets himself back? But where is the competition, whom am I competiting against? Against myself or against a Supreme Power? Sounds good, but what decides that I have found the treasure, the silence of hundreds of years? There is no finish line, no X mark which marks the place saying, 'Yes you have won'. Also, will a screen pop up in front of me saying "BUSTED" as in RoadRash or 'GameOver' as in a videogame? Or will just be a curtain which will draw itself saying 'Thank You for you're co operation'. But even if a screen pops up will I have my physical existence or will it all be lost to ashes? Does any of this have a meaning?