What is my life for? A certain part of my mind tells me so that it has made no decision regarding the matter. To be Ideal? That is an answer too broad to be distinguished; too broad it turns its reasoning absurd. What am I for? Is my life here for a reason? If yes, what, if no ,why.
Gyroscope,as i have read from a wonderful book of knowledge, is the state of continous search, movement, quest but through its travel it never ends to something. Its like an endless flowing river, a star roaming the vast universe or a ray of light moving in the horizon of space. I'm here standing between a thin thread not knowing what my life is for. Not knowing whether I am to draw back, to let fall or float to the sky. Never understanding why each day I live, why each night I sleep, why every morning I wake up, why am I to breath for.
A famous man once wrote that no man can know his true essence. What we have in our minds now are theoretical positions by what present knowledge, human truths for that matter, we do have. We face everyday, doing our every choir but why should we do such, why should we let our heart beat, Or even why should we die? What is everything happening for? Our existence is one big question mark. Maybe a one million dollar question as metaphorically assumed.
Im no different from anyone of you. I also am not equip of any intelligence to predict the reason by which my life does live for. I could not stand to anything for now just like how I used to do. Who am I to conclude? But as I stumble to such confusion I came up with something. As much as we want to know all, our blood and flesh still serves as an epitome of our weakness. We are absolutelly nothing. All the answers could never be known. Whatever we do only in the hands of our creator shall reasons rest.
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