Echoes of Existence

In the garden of the mind, serene and still, Lies the wisdom of stoic will. Amidst life's storms, it stands steadfast, Embracing fate, come what may, unsurpassed. With courage forged in the fires of reason, Acceptance blooms in every season. To live in harmony with the cosmic dance, Finding joy in virtue's glance. In the depths of night, where shadows play, Existence whispers, "Make your own way." No predetermined path, no guiding hand, Only freedom in a world unplanned. Amidst the chaos, we carve our own truth, Defying fate, reclaiming youth. Forlorn yet free, we stand and declare, Our existence, our burden, our affair. Beneath the stars, in silent despair, Nihilism whispers, "Nothing is there." No purpose, no meaning, no grand design, Just the void, consuming all in time. In the abyss, we gaze and ponder, Life's fleeting flame, destined to wander. No gods, no truths, only the void's abyss, In nothingness, we find our solace, our bliss.