Life

Life is a big word. Life means being. 

Everyone is given a chance to live. What we make out of our lives is entirely our choice. We can choose to be fun and happy in all circumstance. 

I have lately come to understand a little deeper about life. Many people around me have become emotional because of the probably once in a lifetime pandemic. I am grateful to be living in this era to witness the change everyone is experiencing. When something big happens, something bigger is being created. We just have to get past our fears to see the light that is waiting for us. 

People are starting to appreciate all that nature has to offer. People are starting to enjoy spending time at home with their families. People are moving around less which makes space for all the other living dwellers to roam freely as they should always have been. 

Some people see this as a big opportunity to chase their long forgotten dream. I am one. I now have time to write what has been embedded within me for the longest time I can ever remember. I have always enjoyed writing. Though I do not know how well I write or if anyone would ever read my journal but I do enjoy writing a lot. Perhaps this is the time to be me. Perhaps this is the meaning of life, or at least the meaning of my life. 

If we ever try to ask anyone the meaning of life, we would probably get many different answers. There is no right or wrong in any sense because we are all born different and we are meant to be different. This is how life works. This is how the universe balances itself.

Just try to imagine, if everyone is the same or wants the same things, what would happen? Every man loves the same woman and every woman loves the same man. Life is more meaningful for everyone to be different. This makes variety and variety makes things interesting.

What do we know about life? Everything we can see, smell, hear, taste, hold, and feel has a life. If we treat them in a nice way, we will be rewarded accordingly. Not that we should expect any rewards in return for the good that we have done but sometimes life is as such. We will be given a helping hand in the unlikeliest manner, especially those moments when we needed that very helping hand the most.

Will we ever know the true meaning of life? I personally am trying to reach out to find the true meaning of life. However hard I searched, somehow there is no hard literature telling me the true meaning of life. The true meaning of life is different with every individual. There is also no conclusion to my search to the meaning of life.

Life itself changes over time. When we were born, we were given the chance to be alive. When we were kids, we were given the chance to learn about life. When we are adults, we are given the chance to live life. When we grow old, we will get to enjoy life before finally meeting our creators. But does life end there?

Some say life ends when the time comes, others believe life begins a new cycle. Does that mean reincarnation? This is another big word perhaps requiring a whole new journal by itself. I would like to believe that we are all an energy mass living in a shell which we call body. Each life experience adds energy to our energy mass. After a certain period of time, our bodies will no longer be suitable to contain our expanded energy mass and therefore, we have to leave and dwell elsewhere. This is what we humans have given the name death.

Where there is life, there is death. This is how the universe works. This is how nature keeps balance. This is something bigger than what we can see. This is not life. This is just how life works. This is what I have in mind about life. 

Life is really simple, but men insist on making it complicated. 

Confucius, Chinese philosopher, 551BC-479BC