The bliss of uncertainty

How strange is life isn’t it? The blissful absurdity of human existence in the realm of duality is conclusive to the coexistence of separate forces of nature. The darkness of the night makes way for the light of the day. The suffering we endure forges into fruits of labor that we attain after toiling every day.

We can feel fragile yet be confident in our dealings, our hearts can feel pain and the same soul can flourish with happiness. Our minds are built on conducive rhythms of biological complexities that stir and influence our actions daily. There is no perfect notion for a human to live his life in a well-prescribed manner of predefined standards laid down by the society.

Our lives are not novels that need to confine to a well-defined sequence of chapters. Rather our life is a collection of a book of stories that behold different plots in a single being. Sometimes things don’t work out the way we want them to but they end up into something more beautiful than we could ever envision.

We shed ounces of our souls to evolve into the person we are meant to be. And the most vivid thing about living a happy life is embracing that all versions of you are meant to coexist in the universe your mind creates. There is no singular identity that you need to hold to be sufficient for society.

When I was younger I would dream about being recognized as a poet and being published in a magazine one day. Years later today as I look back on the younger version of me that had envisioned her work being recognized holds her vision come to existence. I feel so grateful for my work being featured and recognized. It gives me the hope and the strength to continue to dream and work hard and whisper my wishes to the universe.

I am a story that runs into unfinished streams,

Streams of courage, hope, and strength,

And eyes that behold infinite dreams.