Life is unpredictable.
That, I know. Life is random. Of that, I am sure. Life is a gift. That, I
comprehend. Life is challenging. Of that, I am proof. Life is a journey. That, I experience. Life is purposeless.
That, I love. Life is not mine to have
or share. That, I am learning. But MY life is different. It is mine. And it
might be unpredictable, it might be random, a gift and challenging. It might be
a journey and purposeless and not mine to have or share. Yet I cannot get rid
of the feeling it has a sense of direction, pointing forward to the next
appointed moment. And even though that single moment is the sole thing I will
ever be a part of, they all merge into seamless woven band creating the sense
of passing through a Reason. I know within myself, I am not only convinced of
that, we people find purpose in littlest things. This comes from the need to
feel secure, but it talks about distrust. I wrote in one of my blog entries
about taking the jump, others call it the leap of faith. It is when we fall,
that we actually become still. We accelerate, when we feel the effect of
gravity. And we do feel it all the time. We are standing on the ground, aren´t
we? So when we are falling, we stop moving. We let the Earth move towards us,
eventually leading to the smashing end. But I am not talking suicide here. I am
using a metaphor from a physical state of fact. To trust and jump into a
freefall, figuratively.
