The Reality of Existence

There are things that will always be beyond your control.

Like time. Sunset, sunrise, the equinox and solstice.

Seasons. The birth of new life in spring. The reassuring warmth of summer. The change of colors and the start of rest in autumn. The liquid silence of winter.

Age. Everything alive experiences it.

Death. It is inevitable, especially to those whose time comes so soon.

Tears. They are bound to fall someday. Maybe not now. Maybe not at the time or place you thought it would come. Maybe not for the person you thought deserves them. But they will fall. We are human after all.

Emotions. There are a lot to name and still remain unnamed. Like happiness, laughter, undisciplined giggles and chortles behind hands and fans and buried in arms, and red faces and knee-slapping fun.

Sadness, crying, whimpers and tears and ugly sobbing not meant for television, and hiccups and wobbling chins and tearing at the hair on your head and into pillows and teddy bears and friends' shoulders.

Anger, red, pulsing, FUCK YOU TO THE DEEPEST PITS OF HELL, throwing things and words and punches, screaming, red faces and flying spittle and breaking down of objects and walls and relationships and families.

Love. It cannot even be put into words, even if many had attempted to do so in the past. Many had tried to describe it, many had tried to define it. But to no avail. It is beautiful and ugly (though some deny it to be so, it is not alway an easy way through it). Some believe it doesn't exist. Some only find it in books and movies and fleeting encounters that never happen again. Some say they never find it at all. But there are different types of love, and one will always get one. Even if it hurts. Because it is love.

Fate. The future. Serendipity, kismet, destiny, whatever you call it in your language. But this my friend is up to you.



There are things that will always be beyond your control. Things you cannot even begin to imagine.


And this is the world we live in.