Life, what are you about?

As I sit at Majengo bus stand in Moshi, a small town at the slopes of the very famous mount Kilimanjaro, waiting for a dealer of nothing really. The people and activities around render me to question life, yet again. This time though, I know what my life is about, I am just tempted to ask what is the life of the taxi driver seatted next to me all about, or the drunk sleeping at the kiosk 12 feet from where I am. Or the bus driver dropping passengers at the bus stop or the conductor calling out to people to get in the bus. Or the motorbike rider sitting for hours waiting for passengers. Are we all just watching life pass by? Is life a person who we have to catch before he walks away?  Is time life? Is growing life? Is eating life? Is life all that we see? Is there more, or is it everything combined together, meaningful for some and meaningless for some.
Waking up in the morning, going to work, eating all that you have worked for, rejoice a little, cry a little.
Humans are oriented to pursue, to serve as much as we are oriented to breath.
Then is life all about the pursuit of the known or the unknown?

What you pursue you serve.
Whatever created this meaningful and yet meaningless existence created us to serve "him"(used as a general rule not an implication of sexes)

Life is an act of taking breath in and out for service of something greater than you.

It is funny that we find fulfilment in service more than we will ever find in consuming and accumulating.

I don't know what your life means. I know what life is about. It's not a sad existed if you have found something greater than yourself to pursue.  Doesn't mean it won't get hard, just means it will be easier to overcome the hard times.

I don't know if the taxi driver is fulfilled, I hope he is happy at least for the moment.