The Infinite Love for Life

The numbers of the infinite cannot convey
the depth of my love for life, lived today.
A life of the living, where breaths are free,
where each moment is cherished, as it’s meant to be.
Yet, I stand as a guardian against the ills
that others unleash, with their careless wills.

I strive for perfection, for something more—
a vision of life beyond the ordinary shore.
Expecting so much, yet receiving so less,
understanding the hate but not its distress.
For what is the cause that drives them to tear
at the threads of a world that could be so fair?

Living this life that others may crave,
yet it’s a burden as much as it’s brave.
To protect the beauty, to fight for the light,
is to wrestle with shadows that haunt the night.
Fortunate are those who live for today,
unburdened by fears that keep joy at bay.

I breathe in the morning, I savor the sun,
yet feel the weight of what others have done.
The hurt they inflict, the darkness they breed—
it stains the soil where love could seed.
Still, I embrace this fragile sphere,
grateful for the moments that keep me here.

For the life I live is a gift, a flame—
burning brighter than the endless names
that numbers or words could ever relay,
a passion for living that won’t fade away.
Fortunate are those who find their peace,
in living for today, where worries cease.

But I strive on, with a heart that aches,
seeking the perfect, whatever it takes.
To live fully, to love fiercely, to defend—
a life that, perhaps, may never truly end.
For beyond the infinite, beyond the hate,
I find my purpose, I create my fate.