Today I have nothing to write, but I will write on anyway. Finding the right words is like diving headlong in an unknown ocean and letting the current take the driver’s seat. I have danced in the ocean. Flailing my arms, unsure if I yearn for a savior or not, looking upwards at the blinding light of the sun.

The desperation that goes with the knowledge of being abandoned, forgotten, left my soul intoxicated and wanting more. Man lives to suffer, short of being a masochist- perhaps because it is only through suffering that man is able to realize the depth of his existence and if there be no suffering in this world, man would not hesitate to blow his brains out at the moment of birth.

All men and women are the same even the most unconventional ones; we are swimming in the same ocean of existence and we’d rather drown than get back safely on the shore where no adventure awaits us.

Man need not a destination to embark on a journey, all is a constant flux and it is in man’s nature to move. True, some choose to stay rooted to their spots earning them their reputation as deviants but it is in this discrepancy where one can see the complex mind of our Creator.

For man may be the same, but as an entity we are each of us a separate individual. We have not a destiny except the one we ourselves prepared for us.

The ocean is blue, or is it merely the reflection of the skies? Unsure as we may be, we journey on towards the place we can call destiny, unafraid of the dangers for we have seen the bigger picture and loud and clear it told us that risks are part of a life worth living.

The ocean is vast but the will is iron. Sea monsters may lurk beneath us but that is exactly where they place- beneath us; I believe that man is still different from the animals not only in his power to reason but also because he has a special purpose in life and that is to make use of his life to find and grab hold of his destiny.

The mighty waves are themselves a mystery, either they goad us to reach our goals or serve as a hindrance to our journey. The winds too are nebulous in their real intention.

Ke ab kuch kar ja re bandu?

What do you do now oh traveler?

Do you let the waves dictate your course, helpless against the currents and long given up on the prospect of a destination? Or do you battle with the waters, and battle hard with it? After all when some say we have no power over nature, it is wise to remind them that man himself is part of nature and that means the balance is not tipped to one side only: we have a chance to conquer nature only if we gather our strength to the utmost.

The waters are too deep but the will is iron. Death is a breathing, living entity and it feeds on our souls. Death is not the place where the brave dare not go but rather it is their dwelling place. To encounter death face to face, to look it straight in the eye, is a human activity whether or not man be aware of it.

Every single day we face death. The clock is ticking and we may not know when we’ll breathe our last; furthermore, it is not at all absurd to say that death breathes down our necks each second of the day. Everybody has got a sword of Damocles behind him and we are all subconsciously aware of it regardless of our efforts to deny such thing.

A man builds a house for his family, is he not aware of his impending death? Surely he is or he shall not be as determined to make his wife’s and children’s lives better knowing fully well that the possibility of death lurks, and he is doing all he can do so that when the time comes, his family will be left secured with cash or property.

Although in the midst of it all he suffers; let not the carefree laugh deceive anyone, for underneath that is a being nervously anticipating his demise. The suffering, albeit, is bittersweet. The challenge of the waters is welcome to man no matter how unprepared he is.

The shore lures us back with promises of comfort but the brave dare not look back, he is complacent with his nature as a moving entity and if death be the one which await him at the end of his journey, he shall remain calm and rather pleased that he had the courage to set sail or swim.

Death, to put it simply, defines us.

Death is the impetus for us to strive towards our dreams, for if we do not attempt at all to pursue our dreams, the possibility of having an unfulfilled life to take to the grave is all too terrifying.

If death be not a possibility, life itself would be empty and tiresome. Man as an entity that moves by nature is moved by death, the knowledge that someday all may be over gives us the strength to do what we will in order for us not to face the dire possibility that we may have never lived at all and that it is too late to do otherwise in the face of death.

Labels: death, life, philosophy