Life is

Life is not an outcome. If you think of the outcome of your life, what is it: The moment when everything is just perfect; Or when you get everything done; Or the moment just before you death, whenever that may be? If you had to choose whether an outcome is life or death, you would have to say it is like death, in the sense that someting is over. Life is not an outcome, it just is.
Life is not a process. It’s not even a million processes. They are all going on, responding to whatever they are responding to, being, doing. But the processes, where they persist, are mere guidelines, down which life channels, until life finds another channel.
Life is not something where we have to make stuff happen. Stuff is happening all the time, life does its thing.
So what is life? Well, the nearest we can get to it may be to say that it is life. Saying life is life may take us nowhere, but maybe staying here is the challenge. Calling life something else may give the illusion of progress without taking us anywhere either. At this level, words are just words, seen through the skein of our own interpretation: life is.