❝ On my last night on earth, I won’t look to the sky
Just breathe in the air and blink in the light
On my last night on earth, I’ll pay a high price
To have no regrets and be done with my life.
When the noise dies out and the silence gets louder, it gets difficult to deal with things. The world is too big and the darkness fails to fade away even though you really want it to. There is nothing that can fill the void. If there’s one thing that can bring you out of this emptiness, it’s only your will to fight, your will to survive, your will to move on.
We leave this world just the way we came into it, as a cypher – naked and alone. So if for all our life we actually live with nothing, what then is the worth of life at all? As time passes is it measured by our achievements or it is defined by the people in our lives and the relationships we share? In that case, how are we really defined? Seems to do more with our environment rather than our own being itself.
The ambiguity may fail to vanish, and you fade into the darkness instead. Amidst all this, we learn to define happiness for ourselves on our own terms in spite of the discomfort we often cause ourselves or the pain that other people may have caused us. Amidst all that somehow we learn to, just breathe.
It is difficult to always find joy. But is it necessary that we find worry and unhappiness instead?