what is life ?

a friend asked me to think about "what is life ?". wow its only a 3 word question but to reply to this is impossible unless and until you know who you are. it would have been very easy to answer this question, to myself first, if i understood the mystery behind the purpose for which i was made to put on this fancy dress(see the previous post). i wish i was wise enough to decipher the purpose. once i know what my life is all about i would try to enter the maze and find my way out and claim victory. most of us, we are born, we go through some problem, there are emotions shed, and later, close our eyes with a feeling that, our purpose is not fulfilled. feeling incomplete. have you ever felt that ? esp, when you go visit people in their death bed. their eye seem to tell us "i still have nt finished my work " this is because he did nt figure out the purpose of his life or he did not do things as expected.
its like the bible saying, each of us are given some talents. the man with 10 made 20 ,with 5 made 10 and the man with 1 buried it. something like that. many of us fall under the last category.
we all grow up, marry, have kids, job etc but we still have nt influenced others in the right path.
for example we are given a talent to sing, have we used it help others enjoy the voice and have we used it to make them happy or something like this.
LIFE IS A TREASURE FILLED WITH WONDERFUL GIFTS. its for us to open the chest and share it and multiply it, unfortunately many of us dig aroung the chest, some open and then close it, scared if someone would take it away. its a pity what we are doing, WELL BECAUSE OF THIS, KUDDOS! LIFE GOES ON..we are again made to purchase the cloth from the body shop and come back to fulfill the purpose,again in the journey we forget to fulfill the same and cycle goes on. hahahahaha...!

"I"

you know, from my perspective the actual thing called the person lives inside this body.you call jessa is the identity of the person who lives inside. when i will die you wont call my body that i will leave behind jessa but you will point to it and say "look thats jessa's dead body(corpse)". i feel many times this body is only a dress that we wear. somewhere, sometime ago we must have gone shopping and purchased this body from a place like sears kohl's etc.. the actual person lives inside.

some of our dresses are really pretty to see but are we really that beautiful or something different. is our outer dress a disguise ? i mean once our breath stop is there another realm we move to. for me the skeleton s all the same, useless. i mean look at us how beautifull we are when there is life, if its not there the body left behind is a corpse of the person who used it. dont you find it a little curious.
my friend look inside ur body. who is this "i" we talk about. this "i" is the real person. this "i" is the life. this "i" knows more than you think. this is strange but its true.
first thing we have to do is let "i" know "i". everyone knows what they are, i mean beyond the looks beyond ur abilities. we personally know what we are. people say many things about you but only you know what you are.
its no coincedence that we meet others, with some we fall in love, with some people we associate ourselves, thats because the inner self wants to. the inner one knows the other person inside. any person i meet on this journey and love i have always had some good connection with in some part of my life.