Just asking…

Life. What is it about? Why can’t we just live it knowing exactly what we had to do? Why can’t we always understand why things had to happen the way they do? Why do have to go through endless turmoil just to learn one simple lesson? Why is it that tears always had to fall? Why do people have to get hurt?

Our quest is simple. We all want the same thing. To be happy. For such a simple goal, why do things have to get so complicated? How do we know which way to turn? How can we be sure if it’s the right thing when the right thing feels so wrong?

They say there’s such a thing as fate. What’s the point of having choices then? If everything is pre-planned for us, what’s the point of living life and learning? And what if we don’t want the fate destined for us? Do we have the choice to say “no”? Is it possible to pave the way for a new road?

So many questions. Will I ever get the answers? Why is life so hard to understand? I tried living it—one day at a time. Yet, when I took the time to stop and rest for a while, I found myself lost. At the crossroad, I didn’t know which way to go anymore. So I decided to completely stop. And wait for someone to come to my rescue. And just when I thought things are turning up well for me, I had to be wrong.

I don’t know if I’ll ever get to understand life—my life for that matter. How can I when I don’t even understand myself anymore? How I wish I could turn back time and live those moments when everything was still so very simple. But then again, I won’t get my answers.

Sigh… Whoever said life was fair anyway?