Does life truly exist? Is there actual walking, talking, breathing actualities that contain souls? Or simply creative animations of a brilliant imagination? What was that proverb? To know life is to live life. Or is it the other way around?

Is it possible everything we know is mere figments of an unfamiliar imagination? Conceivably a dream or reflection in the mirror; an echo of what might have been. Could it be the universe was created by a simple flight of fancy? And if that fancy becomes monotonous, does that life-force instantaneously ceased from existence?

So many questions for a lonesome irrational creature stranded in an admonished existence embracing the what ifs and should have’s. Which in turn leads to the day old question to which the answer permanently eludes, “What is the meaning of life?”

Perhaps the meaning isn’t found within the question. Perhaps the connotation is instead, the answer; What. Too many abandoned souls contemplate this lost cause when the cause was never just to begin with. The what, in this case is irrelevant because the what, never was. And if there isn’t a reason, then there can’t be a question. Therefore, the only possible conclusion would be, just live.

We carry on, disregarding the probability of the dream ending at any given moment, ceasing anything and everything that coincide within the illusion. But if I’m not truly here then it’s impossible that you’re reading this and we are fabrications delicately allocated in pieces that make up the entire universe.


Problematic gestures with many different meanings convene full circle. So the question arises once more over and over, and if the question comes back to itself, then isn’t it inevitable that the answer resides in its own uncertainty?

Author Bio

1959479_10204009111007514_3853066978835664161_nThank you for dropping by the inquisitive domain of Shell Ochsner. Please feel free to look around and if there is anything she can do for you, please don’t hesitate to let her know.

Since memory serves, there has been a pen or pencil in Shell’s hand as she composed thoughts, ideas, and dreams. Growing up in a small farming community, she yearned for adventure that wasn’t accessible in a place surrounded by wheat fields as far as the eye could see. Subsequently, she read and fell in love with books.

Reading made it possible to travel to far away lands, different time periods, and alternate realities. Those escapades that’d been unveiled, fashioned a longing for her to write.

Shell writes for magazines and blogs. Her articles are published in a number of magazines including Meridian Life Magazine. She’s written copy for Todayz Publishing Idaho Hunting & Fishing Guide, creates resume’s and cover letters for clients, and ghost writes diversified essay’s.

As an author and a poet, Shell creates captivating short stories and eloquent poems. She participated in this year’s 2014, NaPoWriMo challenge and discovered a hidden talent for poetry. Nearly tripling the traffic to her blog, she now composes poetry.

Her work includes, but not limited to:

  • Features with reference to extraordinary people and businesses
  • Adventures for the family
  • Historical expositions’
  • Educational editorials of health, nutrition, beauty, and travel
  • Short stories
  • Write copy advertorial for hotels, restaurants, campsites, recreational parks, museums, historical landmarks, and clubs.

November 1st, 2014 Shell participated in NaNoWriMo’s 50,000 words in 30 days. Beneath The Weeping Creeper is her début novel.

“I’m a true realist who has learned no matter what you may want in life, you must work for it. Nothing in this world comes easy or cheap. Nonetheless, if you want it bad enough it’s all worth the effort.” ~ Shell Ochsner