In the long run, hate transforms us into someone who strongly resembles the person we loathe in the first place.
Life is precious as it is all we have. As humans, we seek purpose because the thought of living in vain drives us crazy.
There will come a time when we will breathe our last.
It’s still a mystery to me as to why, at the mention of death, those around me would shake their heads disapprovingly. We’re humans, are we not? Our lifespan isn’t infinite.
Many have already died and while such memories aren’t pleasant to the mind, it’s a natural fact we must accept. As humans, we tend to take for granted every moment graciously gifted to us. We fool ourselves with happy thoughts of dying old, oblivious to the fact that our lives are constantly threatened with details of everyday we choose to ignore.
We strive to be remembered by minds that will eventually disappear.
No matter how much I think about it, everything just doesn’t make any sense. Strive as we may to not be forgotten, there will come a time when not a single trace of humanity will remain. Why does mankind exist? For what purpose do we breathe? Is everything in vain?
While such thoughts are often frowned upon, I choose to believe it is an advantage to have. We aren’t going to live forever, might as well make the most out of every moment.
The moon’s true beauty isn’t defined simply by how it appears in the night sky but by how it captivatingly illuminates a world drenched in darkness.
Many are fascinated by the brightest object (most of the time anyway) plastered on their night skies and I’m one of them. Maybe you are too? Well anyway, if I were to simply describe how the moon looks, I would say that it is a large clump of rock orbiting the Earth. Pretty dull, right? So I asked myself:
“Why is it that despite its dullness, the moon is able to captivate souls such as mine?”
The moon is gorgeous as it serves its purpose very well. From controlling tides, it serves as the sun’s loyal helper, working while most are in deep slumber. It shines brightly, comforting and giving hope to those who are afraid of the dark.
“Hang in there little one.”
You were a friend of the shadows yet never a stranger to light.
What inspires profound thoughts is the humility in knowing that the universe does not revolve around mankind. There exists things far greater than us and what our minds can perceive. We aren’t everything and that’s inexplicably beautiful.
If your mind and soul were a place, what would it look like?
This random and seemingly absurd question I once encountered took me at least a few years to answer. After countless days and nights of looking deep into the cosmos, it was only a matter of time before it invaded my perception of life. The complex universe is the human soul itself and somehow, mine has tons of black holes that harbor a special feature – wormhole.
Existing in my bank of memories were the multiple passions I thought would last my lifetime, which never happened. Same cycle for most of them: a spark of interest starts the fire and for months – maybe even years – it burns until it finally dies. No matter how much I try to set it ablaze again, the fact remains that ashes can no longer burn.
“Why am I like this?” Everything started from this inquiry – simple yet difficult to answer. Unbeknownst to me, the question was actually a black hole. The moment I firmly decided to search for answers, I found myself falling deeper into piles of mysteries. Strange enough, it felt satisfying.
All day long, my mind would be occupied with what some would label as ‘pointless questions’: What is the real shape of rainbows? Why are people the way they are? Why are things the way they are? If stars and comets had consciousness, what can they say about the millions and billions of stories they witnessed happen on earth since the beginning of time? What would it feel like to be a star or a comet travelling through the cosmos? How awesome and artistic is God to have created the idea of how everything works in the universe? What if I existed as a different person? Better yet, what if I never existed in the first place? Sure, I’d probably have nothing to think about; heck, I might not even know how to think. But what bothers me the most is: what is ‘nothing’ in this concept exactly? How can I even imagine it? What was there before every atom even existed? When did ‘infinity’ even started and how long has it been existing? Come to think of it, isn’t it funny how you can never exactly imagine ‘infinity’ and ‘nothing’?
Then I figured out what I am genuinely passionate about: Knowledge. Even before, my soul didn’t limit itself, which is why its gaze was never fixated on just a single thing. If it means finding questions to answer and answers to questions, I wouldn’t mind falling into ‘black holes’ and travelling to different realities.