Life is a journey, probably not. My skepticism comes because for a journey, you usually have a start and an endpoint but we neither know where we come from nor where we are going to. So I guess that could be wrong.
Life is a mystery, that’s a lazy answer. It leaves one in a dark spot with no room for a discourse. A mystery, not a puzzle? What does one do with such information? A mystery is unexplainable, so is that life?
Life is a cycle, when you think purely-scientifically. A ball of energy in rotation to infinity. No fun, no ultimate purpose, just a routine. Life is much more than that therefore science does not have the whole picture.
Life is explained between living and finding a meaning. To which extreme someone leans towards is entirely the person’s choice. Live a little, find yourself a little. When you then get to the bus stop, you can stand firmly and say that’s life.
