Life is full of mysteries. No amount of preparedness and planning can unlock its secrets. Sometimes we tend to underestimate the value
of our life until it backfires on us... and that will be the only time we will appreciate
its worth.
My life is a never ending trail of
stress and problems brought about by the nature of my work, my ventures, and by
the people whom I love but stresses me out. I usually start my day early and
end it very late. Sleep for me was a luxury and rest was just a dream. Weekend
is not the end of my week but it is always the beginning of it. Time was never
my best companion because it never stays besides me. Life for me is a struggle; I live life not to
enjoy it but to endure it.
My existence in this universe and
how I see it was sculpted by the norms dictated by our materialistic society
and not by the calling of my internal being. Most of the time, I traveled a
path known to many but stranger to my passion. As a result, I landed in a world
that is not intended for me. I end up settling in a world created and designed by
others. I was left living a life that I cannot call my own, a life that I
cannot appreciate, and a life that is driven by competition, rules, and beliefs
of others. For me, life was a game that
I need to play in order to survive and I must win it to be considered
successful. But that philosophy changed when an accident crashed into my life.
In the blink of an eye, my life shifted to a different direction. It was an
accident that was meant to be.
To be continued.
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