One day we are born into this world, without a particular reason. We are simply born. Regardless of which religion we may follow and believe in, as we grow up, this world becomes even more and more dreadful. Not that we aren’t surrounded by amazing people, but really why are we here? Why are we living the lives that we are. When I was young, I used to think that we were puppets for aliens. Maybe the world above is looking down on us and controlling our every action, just like how I am writing this post. Yet again, maybe that would be a little too imaginative. If we think back, how many worlds were really created before us? Were there a gazillion earths that were created and we are just part of the cycle? It has always been a challenging thing for me to think about. The end of the world, the end of our lives. What exactly does it bring to us? Where exactly do we go? It is so uncomfortable to think about it, that it makes me want to scream. I try not to think about it too often, because sometimes I think about it for days and I can’t sleep. I want to talk about this with someone, but maybe it’s too much of a scary thought, that others don’t really want to embark on that journey.
Honestly, I do believe in God, I just get conflicted at times. Why are there so many things that happen in life, in which we just don’t have the answer for? How many times must we pray for someone’s health in order for that prayer to be answered? It’s really all about uncertainty, yet it does bring comfort. When I was young, I thought I saw my Grandfather, he passed away when I was young, but it really felt like he flashed by the window at that exact moment to tell me he’s there. I have never forgotten about that moment. Not really sure why, but maybe it was a sense of comfort that I felt. I feel like others are watching over us, so there must be another world no? Maybe we all have life spams on our souls. My soul tends to be quite old, I miss living in the olden times, where things were different. Maybe we miss certain things because that’s what our past life was all about.
I am really not sure, and I probably will never know until the end, but there must be a reason for which some die young and others die old. It’s funny how we work so hard to ensure we make enough money to enjoy our old age, but what’s all the saving for, if we don’t even make it till then? Isn’t it best to enjoy life when you’re younger, your possibilities are countless, of course to a certain extent. Yet, your body is developed in a way that allows you to reach the highest mountains and take the biggest risks.
I think it’s important to do what you want to do. If you don’t know what you want to do, well it’s time to explore. I have absolutely no idea what I am doing every single day, but little steps might help me along the way.
There are too many people to meet, places to see, delicious foods to eat, to just stay at home in comfort. Of course, now is not the time because of the pandemic, but maybe it’s a good time to plan, the next little adventure, the next little change to your life.
May this place become my comfort. May this page because the place I spur out my emotions and thoughts into the unknown world. As I know, that my words will be read only by me, giving me the freedom to write away my conflicting mind.
So long, as this does not push me down the rabbit hole, it will be my space of comfort.
