To those who still question this called life, your not alone.
What’s the point of it all?
A common question I get from people that I meet with silence because I still am not sure. I know a lot of things about life; relationships from male and female perspectives, love and the impact it has on human’s, death and transformation and all different life concepts that could alleviate pain.
When it comes to life itself, what I know is just theories in the larger scheme of it all.
Because just when I thought I found the love, I am proved again it’s just a stepping stone. Only when I thought I’ve got a hold on self-acceptance something is revealed to me about myself that I had no previous idea existed.
However, I still get up every day with the same questions. I’m not the type of person to throw the towel in and chalk it up as “shit I’ll never know or have time to understand” and get back to work. No, I don’t want to be that person whether I get a straight answer about life or not.
I’d rather stay in questioning, working in my mental lab piecing together the small fractions of pieces I get every day. Because life is meant to be figured out, it gives just enough information to keep you asking the right questions and the right time.
I’ve learned more in the last year than I have ever in my life and the only difference between last year was that I had enough of living life not knowing myself. Since I’ve started really figuring out who I AM, I have learned more and more about what life may be about.
But I’m right there in the deep ocean with everyone else, with the women who knows nothing about herself, twenty-somethings drinking themselves to sleep and the psychologists who write books to assist everyone else.
What I’ve realized about life is no matter how much you know, there’s still so much remained untouched by the human mind. No matter how much you think you know yourself, there could be a whole other aspect of yourself sitting and waiting to be found.
This path may have no specific destination, it may not show up with a partner of my dreams or a picket fence.
This path may very well end with me on my deathbed saying “Yeah, I still don’t know but at least I spent every day figuring it out.”