I am nothing but a collection of atoms which has conscience. Whatever the reason be, this set of atoms has a force which binds it together. A force which is fleeting. A force which won't be there forever. A force called life. Life is precious, mostly cause it is unique. Nowhere else other than this little blue planet is life present.
So why is it that we rue life when life itself is a gift. Why is it that we are engulfed in sadness, guilt and trepidation when we should be mostly grateful. Grateful to be ever born. Grateful to have so much. Grateful enough to understand the significance of life in itself.
In a world where the only certainty is that of death, shouldn't there be a more fulfilling way of living life? Should we be bound by the chains that hold us back? Should we give in to the demands of the world? Should we let the fear of failure or rejection keep us from embracing what we truly want?
Poet Mary Oliver once asked: "Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" This quote resonates with me for it forces me to ask myself whether I am holding myself true to what I believe I really want. Whether I am able to spend the only commodity which really matters on things which mean something to me, on thing which I am passionate about, that of time.
So here I am priming myself again, a mere speck in the vast cosmos, to pursue aim beyond belief, to soar higher than the clouds and to live a life true to myself.