In life, there are only
two things we are certain of. One, being that we are going to die; the second,
being that we are going to live. The life we live, while we are living it,
seems so long. Yet, at the time of our death, it seems so short. And what a
rough, short life it is.
They say to make the best out of
each day, but how is this possible when there are so many uncertainties? We
build ourselves up—mind, body, and soul—only for them to be ripped apart. Our
minds are forced to be washed up with the pressure of work. Working to survive
this life we had no choice but to live. Our bodies dwindle from old age. Our
bones weaken, our skin dries, and, eventually, our hearts stop. But, worst of
all, our souls die, even before we do. It dies when we experience loss. And it
dies when we experience heartache. Society cracks it down, with words and
clouded judgments.
When we our born, our souls are
clean, and ready to take on this new, unknown world. However, once the world
and all its ugliness is exposed, we ask ourselves, is it still worth living? Is
the stress of our expectations, and the obstacles we face just to achieve them,
worth the result? Is the chase for love, money, and power, worth the disappointment
when they do not end up the way we thought they would?
Is it all our fault?
We created the idea of endless
love. We chose to want the people who did not want us, then question why we are
alone. We created the idea that money can buy happiness. And then we spend it
on things we thought would make life better, when we eventually just threw them
away. We all have taken for granted those things we were so afraid to lose.
Sickness and accidents, although are unexpected, were not created out of thin
air. Life, and all its uncertainties, can knock us down at any moment. We know
this. So why do we still chose to suffer?
Although it is easier to remember
the bad, we cannot forget the good. Although the pain you feel demands your
tears, we cannot forget the love. Even if the love is not what we see in movies,
or read about in books, we must still love. We must still remember to smile,
and once in a while, cry tears of happiness.
No one said it is going to be easy.
And there is no guarantee it is going to get better. But, we are given hope for
a reason.
We are given hearts, so that we can love.
We are given minds, so that we can dream.
