The thought of ‘what life actually is’ is sometimes more convoluted and confusing than any mathematical formula can get, or more puzzling than any molecular structure can ever be! This might however be a laughable analogy. There are certainly no hydrogen atoms bonding with a carbon atom or what so ever.
There are times in life when you feel caged and chained. I think of life as a puppet show, a different one though! We are just a bunch of fools overridden by an omnipotent power. Yet it’s not always so simple. The thought of ‘what life actually is’ is sometimes more convoluted and confusing than any mathematical formula can get, or more puzzling than any molecular structure can ever be! This might however be a laughable analogy. There are certainly no hydrogen atoms bonding with a carbon atom or what so ever. There are these groups of insane creatures that make things happen the way they tend to happen and you are trapped. There are these webs of relationships, these bulky books of promises you ought to keep, and there are these rivers of unnecessary tears that fall upon you to burden you. What can any human do to it? You are forced to do it, forced to go with the flow! You know you don’t want it but you are left with no choice. It’s not any kind of a fairy tale where you have vivid doors to choose and slam it as you walk away from these baffling forces torturing you every fraction of moment. This unnecessary pressure makes one hate life!
Even though you loath the idea of life, you have to survive. And you survive, because you hope for a new direction to your destination; you believe that once again, the sun will rise and your life will find a new beginning. And may be when they say that ‘every night has its dawn’, they mean it. May be there is a dawn to this night, which, who knows, can be the very next moment? All you have to do is patiently wait. Even the stars that twinkle so bright wait for the sun to set and darkness to engulf the mighty sky. Perhaps a caterpillar would never become an elegant butterfly if it didn’t just wait with a hope for a better future. I don’t want this to sound like an exaggerated claim. But when we hope for a better future, we actually shape a better tomorrow. Life might get tough, but if one hasn’t tasted bitterness how would one admire the divinity of sweetness? If one hasn’t walked through scorching desert, how would one take pleasure in the soothing rain??
