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The will to live
is as strong in lichen
as it is in us
Growing any damn place they please
in extreme cold, heat or drought
Either lichen is content
just being lichen
or they are slowly evolving
into something more...
or less
So slow at change
that after hundreds of millions of years
it's too soon for us to notice

We long to define contentment
and purpose
in human terms
Hoping we are somehow different
perhaps even superior
to all other living organisms
But lichens remind us
that maybe...
there is no purpose
Things may be
just for the sake of being
If so, I wonder if we can still find beauty
and satisfaction
in such knowledge?
Or if we will forever have to
create purpose
so we have an excuse to be?