Is this what they mean when they say ‘life goes on…’?

Life goes on…?

Does it really?

But where does it go? ‘On’, I mean…

Could it be a softer tone for the impending ‘life goes off’ that is implied in the ‘life goes on’  verbal support people in the counselling zone are wont to give?

As I continue with this soliloquy, I cannot but help wonder when I started doubting the ‘life goes on’ parameter set by those who believe they are privy to the balancing act on the life and death scale.

LIFE DOES NOT GO ON – full stop!

It just stops. Freezes its act and lets the horizon play a slow motion clipping to bring home some unpalatable truths that have a quiver of ‘on’ antonyms to share. And there you sit, if you are lucky that is; or kneel or prostrate, hoping divine intervention would bend the gods of the ‘on’ world to give you a slice of their ‘on’ fruit. Possibly from the forbidden Eve tree. You sit/kneel/prostrate there, uncertain… Should I take a bite? Should I wait for the lords above to turn the ‘off’ to an on…?

But again, who wants a ‘life goes on’ when the ‘on’ is pegged on to a drab life that was even otherwise waiting for an ‘off’.

Life, I know, isn’t about ‘on’ and ‘off’, although those two prepositions describe life better than any other word, with onomatopoeia for effect! But well, again!! Whoever wants a life-describing ‘on’ or an ‘off’ when the ongoing in-between is much more complex than a soulless ‘on’ or a soul-searching ‘off’!

Amen