fireworks of life

" Do you ever think of life?"
" In a way."
" Yes."
" I do as well."
" . . . Why did you ask?"
" Because I wanted a discussion."
" Of ?"
" Why we bother to stay alive if there's no point to us."
" . . . Would you like me to tell you how I think of it?"
" Sure, why not?"
" Have you ever watched a fireworks display? One that you watch from afar and have no idea how it's going to look or whats going to happen?"
" Yeah, I watched a professonal one once."
" I dont mean a professional one. Just while your sitting in the garden and in the distance you see them and end up watching."
" Okay."
" Visualise it."
" Done."
" Every single firework is a life. It grows and grows, flames at its most beautiful and then it dies away, all in the space of a few seconds. That is what life is, a fireworks display that you have no control over and is so beautiful you believe that its impossible for it to be chance and that there must be some creature, human or otherwise that is creating this magnificent display. Some of the fireworks you'll like more than others and you may even pick a favourite but they all compliment each other. However there's something even more spectacular than the colours and flames."
" What?"
" That the show will never end. That's life. We, ourselves might be insignificant, we may only be here for a second but all of us together can create something. Anything. Even if it is only a pretty show for someone to look at."