Sometimes life feels like a cruel riddle frustrating, exhausting, and confusing, You give it everything, your effort, your prayers, your sweat, your tears and yet, it still plays out like a script written by some distant force.
So it gets to a point you start questioning your faith, your existence, and every forces playing out there. Sometimes, you even wish you were never born, because carving out a destiny that may never manifest is a burden.
Especially when the powers at play, be it God, fate, or the universe seem stronger than your will. And then, the question always sits at the tip of your tongue
What’s the essence of life itself?
But maybe life was never meant to be clean.
Maybe for life to exist, death must come first.
Maybe for light to be felt, darkness has to speak first.
For right to be known, wrong must be lived.
For evolution to begin, destruction must precede.
So tell me aren’t we, as humans, a mix of chaos and peace? Aren’t we made of both death and life?
So that means, in us as human,lies every possibility, good and evil, creation and destruction, hate and love, we are created not just of dust and spirit,we were built from paradox, a contradiction in motion.
And seeing how we are place on earth to discover all that we are, We must strive to thrive while taking control of our space.
But then again, for one to truly thrive in life, there must be balance, So I ask, who holds the responsibility of teaching us balance?
