Questions We Carry
Life is a quiet question that begins the moment we arrive and follows us until we leave. We come in without a manual, welcomed with joy, songs, and expectations we did not ask for. No one tells the new entrant what lies ahead. We only learn by living, by stumbling, rising, laughing, and sometimes breaking. Between entrance and exit, life reveals itself as funny, painful, beautiful, and deeply unpredictable.
This uncertainty is one reason we are often impulsive and act irrationally. When tomorrow is not guaranteed, people react to the now. Hunger does not wait for careful thinking. Fear does not ask permission before it speaks. Pressure pushes people into choices they never imagined making. Many decisions are not born out of wisdom but out of survival. When life feels like a storm, people grab whatever looks like a rope, even if it later cuts their hands.
We dance to an unsung song, trying to find rhythm in chaos. One day brings gladness; the next brings sorrow. A man can be celebrated in the morning and forgotten by nightfall. We put so much labour into our hours, chasing meaning, money, love, and peace, yet the finish line keeps moving. It makes people restless. It makes them question their worth. It makes them act before thinking, speak before listening, and judge before understanding.
There are many questions we wish we could ask life directly. Why are we here? What is our purpose? Why do good people suffer while others prosper through cruelty? These questions have no simple answers. Perhaps that is why life remains a mystery. Like a box of chocolates, you never truly know what you will get. Some days are sweet. Others leave a bitter taste that lingers.
Every day, people struggle just to eat. Some wake up not knowing where the next meal will come from. They work long hours, carry heavy loads, and swallow their pride to survive. In this struggle, some are pushed into acts they never planned, acts they once condemned. Survival has a way of bending morals when hope is thin. At the same time, some have more than enough yet still choose to oppress others. They forget how fragile life is and how quickly roles can change.
Life’s ups and downs humble us, if we allow them to. They remind us that control is an illusion and certainty is rare. That is why gratitude matters. Being thankful for small things, a meal, a kind word, the right people around us, grounds us when life feels too big to understand. We may never fully fathom life’s mysteries, but we can choose how we walk through them: with empathy, restraint, and a grateful heart. In the end, that may be the quiet meaning we are meant to discover.