Life on this space called earth is whole lot confusing than I've figured out. Lately I've been thinking about things and how they affect our lives either positively or negatively. The whole thing don't make sense if you put it in line with what others want to make us believe.
Let's talk about time…is it real? Or it's just an illusion we've created just to explain the series of changes that go on around us? Who change, time or us? Do we change to signify a shift in time or times change to usher us into a new sphere of life? Which one comes first, time or change? Things change so we can appreciate the existence of time or it's rather the time that changes things so we can appreciate the power of time? It's said that "the only thing that is constant is change". Does that mean change forever exist so that all other things including time move around it?
Now LOVE…what's love. Today you're madly in love with someone, tomorrow you realise that that someone is who you should live without. At first your heart tells you it's true, you even have sleepless night over the thought of your love one but what about tomorrow? Is your heart gonna be this true when tomorrow comes? No, you wake up and love don't live in the heart no more. Where does love goes when it flies? Is it really true what they tell us about love? I was one day going through my old letters. I came across one letter a formal girlfriend wrote to me. After all the love promises in the letter, she stated very clear that she's going to love me till she dies. As long as i know, shes still alive and now she's someone's wedded wife. So is there anything like love or is just a name we give to our feelings for someone at a moment in time? Does it really make sense to waste your time today in love when you know tomorrow your effort might hit the rocks? Crazy old love.
Growing up is what I've always dreaded. I've always dreamt of living forever, possibly living to witness the return of the messiah. But, each moment, each minute and second draws us to the ultimate goal of man; growing up. Why don't we ever stop growing, isn't there a stage where we can say no to growing up and forever stay young? They say growing up makes us intelligence and more wise, I've seen a stupid old man before.
There are dreams, there are wishes too. What part do they play in our lives? So many dreams don't come true and so many desires end up in the garbage bin just as all other garbage. Why have them if they can't come true? Is it just there so we can feel good about ourselves and senses for a moment? Why can't we fly with the eagles just as we dreamt it? Why can't we have the best of life just as we desired?
The whole thing looks as blur as we look very closely. Just like prayers, you might scream it or say it from deep down the well of the heart, but not all ever get answered even those that get answered happens in pieces and makes it very difficult to realise if it's really what u prayed for.
Someday, I believe we might all wake up and realise the whole thing was a scum. Life, love, time, dreams, desires and even death.