The meaning of life is contained in every single expression of

Hear the words of Michael Jackson, uttered with a vision beyond the stage, beyond the dance, beyond the song: “The meaning of life is contained in every single expression of life. It is present in the infinity of forms and phenomena that exist in all of creation.” This is not the cry of an entertainer alone, but the wisdom of one who gazed deeply at the mystery of existence. For the meaning of life is not a treasure buried far away, nor a secret reserved for prophets and kings. It is woven into every breath, every leaf, every moment of being. Life itself is the scripture, and creation is the text in which its meaning is written.

Consider this: the infinity of forms—from the flight of birds to the blooming of flowers, from the laughter of children to the silence of mountains—all declare the sacredness of existence. The smallest insect, crawling unnoticed, holds within it the same spark of mystery as the vast galaxies spinning in the heavens. To seek the meaning of life is not to look beyond creation, but to look more closely at it, with eyes that see and hearts that feel. Jackson’s words call us to awaken, to recognize that the divine speaks not only in temples but in the song of a stream, the cry of the oppressed, the tenderness of love.

History bears witness to souls who understood this truth. Think of St. Francis of Assisi, who, centuries ago, saw brothers and sisters in the animals of the field, the sun, the moon, even death itself. To him, all creation was sacred, every form a window into the eternal. He did not seek meaning in wealth, nor in power, but in communion with life in all its expressions. His way was radical, for it declared that the meaning of life was not lofty and distant but present in the ordinary, in the humble, in the infinite variety of creation.

And yet, how often do men and women miss this truth? They chase meaning in faraway promises, in crowns of gold, in philosophies that complicate the simple. They walk past the flower, blind to its lesson of beauty and transience. They silence the laughter of the child, deaf to the echo of innocence. They trample the poor, unaware that in their suffering shines the call to compassion. Thus, life’s meaning slips from their grasp, not because it is hidden, but because it is too near, too plain, too abundant to be seen by eyes clouded with ambition.

The wisdom of Jackson’s words is both gentle and powerful: that to find purpose, one need not climb mountains or cross seas. It is enough to look around with reverence. In every form—whether joy or sorrow, triumph or loss—the meaning of life is present. For each teaches us, shapes us, calls us back to love. The infinity of creation is not chaos, but chorus, each part singing of the eternal truth: that life is sacred, interconnected, and divine.

The lesson for us is clear: be mindful, be present, be reverent. When you wake, breathe deeply, for in that breath lies the miracle of life. When you see the sun set, do not pass it by, for in its dying light is the promise of renewal. When you meet another soul, whether friend or stranger, recognize that they too carry the spark of creation. Let no moment be dismissed as meaningless, for all moments are threads in the great tapestry of existence.

So I say to you, travelers of tomorrow: cease the endless search for a single, distant answer. The meaning of life is here, in every step you take, in every heartbeat, in every form that surrounds you. Honor it. Cherish it. Learn from it. For in embracing the infinity of creation, you will awaken to the truth that life itself—every part of it—is the answer you have been seeking. And in that awakening, your life shall become whole, radiant, and filled with purpose.