Albert Camus comes to my rescue and console

where did I exist before i came here?
when time comes for my exit where I shall I go?
where are my parents and better half inclusive of my sister now?
Am I friendly and loving with myself now ?

By reading and ruminating over life i know
I can hardly find the answer for these questions.
They will remain as questions and elude us for ever.
The beauty of our existence lies in its mystery.

The eternal search for truth and unraveling the meaning of life
 shall be best left to the domain of great saints and philosophers.
Peace and happiness can never come from external source,
they spring from within like a fountain.

Albert Camus comes to my rescue and console thus:
"You will never be happy
if you continue to search for what happiness
consists of.
You will never live if you are looking for
the meaning of life"

We shall eat, pray, and drink and romance
with books and think thoughts which  will
neither wound or offend others but help fight
injustice and heightened oppression