I kept on questioning,
what is my mission here on earth.
What is it that I am set to do that the Universe has been keeping me alive up to this day.
Why does the story of the world captivated my thoughts
and I just can’t stop thinking about the people.
The episodic melancholy worrying about humanity;
love, care, empathy, compassion, peace
over matters like race, ethnic, sex, gender, money, religion, country, intellect, sexuality, psychological state;
all things.. without borders.
What card should I play out next?
Should I jump into the next mission offered on the table? Any mission?
What should be my next move?
Should I wait or should I charge right away? Before I lost the momentum?
I need inspiration.
The so-called enlightenment.
I need to be brave.
To seek for the answers.
Will I ever be that bold?
Do I have what it takes?
Am I smart enough?
Am I capable enough?
Can I stand the pressure?
Can I stand the hearthache?
How tough will I be facing the challenge?
How much will I sacrifice?
Do I have the guts to bite the bullet?
I kept on questioning.
Sometimes I feel like I’ve found the answers.
But life always comes back with more questions.
The questions are never ending, but my time here will end someday. Who knows when.
Pardon my dilemma. My romanticism.
Don’t pity me. I am enjoying this.
To get lost in this very thought,
to seek (and sometimes find) the answers within my day to day life. Within you. And You.
The Universe holds the key to all of our wonders. To the question lingers in the depth of your soul.
I truly believe that.
And I hope,
when the Universe offers us the opportunity to walk on the path leading to the key,
we are brave enough to take the chance.
We may never reach the end of the path the way we wanted,
but I guess, it will be okay. Maybe we are not destined to ‘complete’. Maybe we just have to live. Maybe it is our mission. To live.
We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we’ve lived through, or feel we’ve had enough time.
(Kathy, Never Let Me Go)
