“I will never understand the complexity of life, but I think God sends us hints through long drives & pretty skies”
Kinda just felt like writing about life. Writing about life and how it’s so complex that you can’t even write about it. Writing about life and how we’re all a bunch of human beings. Writing about life and how damn hard it is. Writing about life and how there’s up and downs and everything in between, but why? Writing about life and how why the hell is this thing even called life?
1. Life is so complex that you can’t even write about it
Like seriously, have you ever thought about that? Do you even know how many times I’ve sat down and tried to jot my thoughts about life and just stopped because I got completely nowhere? Of course you don’t because no one knows that. But I have done it a lot, and here I go again. My problem is that there is no one angle of life; it’s a whole 360°. There’s no way you can hit every point because you will never experience every view-point.
2. We’re all just a bunch of human beings
See, the thing about life is that we all see it differently, and that’s why it’s so hard to explain. There’s so many different aspects of it, and it’s impossible to grasp each one. Every single one of us has experienced life from a completely different position than the next guy, and that’s both great and greatly confusing. We all have deep thoughts. We all contemplate why we’re here, what the meaning is, what’s important, which religion is correct, if there are aliens. And we all have different answers for each of these. And what makes it even more complex from there is that our own answers aren’t definite. We aren’t positive that there are aliens, it’s merely an idea. Possibly backed by a little research or maybe a National Geographic documentary, or something you totally just made up in your head, yet it’s still just an idea that you chose to believe. We’re able to do this because God gave us free will (I guess I let it slip that my “correct religion” is Christianity), and along with free will he gave us faith. Put these together and we’re able to make a decision and believe it somewhat wholeheartedly, and in result we come up with our own idea of life. And since none of us know the right answer (if there even is one), we can’t judge one person’s view over another’s.
3. Life is so damn hard
Likewise, we can’t judge one person’s struggle in regards to another’s. I think the hardest aspect of life to undergo and accept is the fact of struggle. One person’s predicament may be worse than another’s, but it’s all about how we see what we are given. I saw a quote pictured on Pinterest one time, and I’ve looked at everything completely different ever since. It stated: “If you have food in your fridge, clothes on your back, a roof over your head, and a place to sleep; you are richer than 75% of the world. If you have money in the bank, or your wallet, and some spare change; you are among the top 8% of the world’s wealthy. If you woke up this morning with more health than illness; you are more blessed than the million people who will not survive this week. If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the agony of imprisonment or torture, or the horrible pangs of starvation; you are luckier than 500 million people alive and suffering. If you can read this message; you are more fortunate than the 3 billion in the world who can not read at all.” (Jerry D Ross). I’d assume that most people reading this (if any), are among the lucky few. This really puts things in perspective. Regardless of how awful you think your life is, someone always has it worse. I’m not saying life isn’t hard. In fact, I know it is–obviously I just said that. All I’m saying is that even though the going gets tough sometimes, there’s a whole lot to be thankful for and look forward to because:
5. There will be ups and downs and everything in between
There will be good days. Some you could even call really good days. There will be the days when you graduate, get married, give birth to your first child, watch that child grow and graduate, get married, and have their own kids. There will be days when you have really good pieces of chocolate cake with amazing ice cream and whipped cream on top, and then there will be days when you’re eating that cake once again to drown out your sorrows.There will be shitty days. Actually, there will probably be a lot of shitty days. There will be deaths followed by funerals. There will be breakups and let downs. There will be rain checks and meaningless “let’s catch up sometime”’s. These things are inevitable. And then the worst of all: there will be flat days. Days when you’re alone and it’s rainy and you’re wondering why you’re even here. Days when your mind is crowded by your own thoughts, and you just can’t seem to get away from them. The days when no one bothers to call or text, and you aren’t sad about it, you just feel no emotions: the in between days. And this is the simple way to describe life; the way we can all agree on. But why do we have these goods and bads and everything in-betweens? Again, there are no definite answers in people’s views of life, but the answer is to grow, of course. If every day were to be a fantabulous day, it would eventually not be fantabulous. If we never had a bad day where had to lose someone, we would never learn to be thankful for them. If we never were alone, we would not appreciate other’s company. This roller coaster keeps us sane; it fills us with anticipation and excitement; gives us a thrill followed by a slight disappointment; it gives us the time of our lives.
5. Why is life even called life?
Have you ever thought about how the brain named itself? And who decided words should become words anyways? (Now I’m overthinking everything I type.) So then why is life called life? Really, this question has nothing to do about what life is. Actually, I don’t know, maybe it does, there are no definites.
Once again I am brought to the same conclusion that my tiny mind, although capable of so much, can not define life. There are no definites: just assumptions, theories, ideas. But what would the fun be in a definition of life? There would be none. The beauty of life is that we’re all living it to the beat of our own drum, as we should. So go on and make a mix tape, start a kongo band, rock out…maybe do that cool thing where they bash their head into the drum and break it. Do you, be you, and live life the way you define it.
p.s. Please forgive my rant aka late night thoughts that keep me from sleeping. I really got no where with this, but I expressed some long-thought-out opinions through metaphors and fun stuff like that, despite my awful English and avoidance of editing, sooo forgive that too please.
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