random thoughts on life’s lil bits.
20/10/24
dear stranger,
as much as we hate to admit,
our perception of reality is nothing but the inputs our brains receive.
in a sense,
everything we know exists only in our heads.
the raw nature of reality will never be of reach to us and thus is devoid of meaning.
and in the end,
life might be a road to nowhere.
we can’t even comprehend what nothingness means, let alone the purpose of existence.
we laugh. we cry.
but at the end of time,
there would be nothing. only silence.
as the days pass by,
we realize that our end is drawing closer and closer.
at first,
it appears far away.
and on the second,
we feel mr. grim’s presence right behind us;
there is only so much we can do in the lil bits of time we have.
with what? education? career? love?
you tell me.
we do things with other people and have fun.
why?
as a coping mechanism for the fact that we will always always be,
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alone.
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when you ask people why they do what they do,
they will probably say: ‘well bro, i love what i am doing.’
but if you ask them why they love anything at all,
they’ll send you to an asylum for being crazy: “you think too much bro, chill out.”
why do we even have goals, dreams, and aspirations?
often, we question what they are, neglecting why they are.
sometimes, we can get so engrossed in something
or someone,
that it plagues us.
plaguing us to the point where we question everything.
we are overwhelmed by our desires to achieve and to succeed. for what?
and when we fail to meet our expectations,
we feel that our life has been a lie.
and that everything has turned — meaningless.
but what does it even mean to matter?
to be remembered by others?
even if they do remember, time will erode all that is left of us.
if you’re lucky enough, you’ll have just your name remembered.
but my friend,
those are just letters, not you.
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well
what if,
we reframe our perspective.
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perhaps maybe,
just maybe,
life is all about simply
doing.
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doing?
just do something you like.
whatever eventual outcome is beyond our control. that’s what the stoics say right?
you don’t like this? don’t do it.
you like this? do it.
but don’t hurt people.
everyone has their problems. we don’t see it.
let’s not make it worse alright?
as cliche as it may sound,
the true beauty of life is that it does not last forever.
just like love, each moment is special because it comes,
and goes…
we fill our days with love and joy not because we are scared of the end,
but because each day brings something new.
it brings us hope.
that things will finally get better.
perhaps in life,
we are never really alone.
we share laughs, tears, and adventures with our dearest.
and these shared moments make our journey meaningful.
so just enjoy the ride. it might not be the smoothest ride.
but hey,
it moves.
we should treasure each moment. not as a race against time,
but as a chance to make the most of now.
and when our time comes to drift among the stars,
let us find peace knowing that we have lived well.
we have felt joy, truly experienced life, and most importantly,
loved hard.
after all,
it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
good night, stranger.
you may be just a small part of this big big world,
but you have made your mark.
you have felt, you have loved,
and that is enough.
your move.
– a