Embracing the Uncertainties

I don't know why we always have to think about life despite the fact that we live in it. It's something that appears to be like a maze where we keep running and running without getting to an end, but in the end, we end up just the same way we started.

Is life truly a Maze? Maybe an unseen one. Because I wonder why we have to keep up with the struggles, the hustles, and yet just like that, all of those things will happen like a flashlight right in front of us. In no time, everything is over.

We were born young without any knowledge of what life is all about. We find ourselves amidst people, we experience moments, and create memories. Moments of joy and then come moments of sorrow, there comes a time of pain, and afterwards, there might be some gains. What a life!

You are fine today, hale and healthy, but in a few minutes, you are temporarily down to your lowest strength. You met with someone yesterday, smiled and had a nice conversation, but the next day, you hear about their demise. Most times, we get tempted to question the supreme being for the reasons behind all of those things happening.

I have seen a lot of people age with good health, and I have seen a couple of young people struggle with disease and disabilities. What could be the cause? What if everyone just lived healthily? Could there be any problem?

I have witnessed a lot of what this world is all about. Then I see it as a fragile substance; if you don't handle it with care, then you tend to lose it without any means of rectification.

The unexpected! Why can't we even predict or foresee what will happen next? Only if we could know what will happen in the next minute, the next hour, or the days to come. Then I think life might be worth living.

Because I get so lost in hope about this world. I want a lot of things, yet I don't have much time. What's the certainty that I will have all I aspired for, what's the certainty that my dreams will come true, are there any possibilities?

Every day is just another day, to the journey unknown, it has always been a deduction ever since the very first cry I made. As days passed by, I craved for more, but there was life smiling at me and saying, “Just a little more.”

Putting one's expectations so high has been one of the greatest reasons for disappointment. I have always tried to keep myself in check, place my health as my priority, and love as much as I could, because nothing is assured.

I have seen the word from different directions, and I have always had this heavy gratitude I want to give to everyone around me. I can't thank everyone enough for the gratitude. But I remain appreciative of everything.

I feel a little free and lighthearted after ranting all of this stuff I had in mind. And I also hope for much better days.