Life is a many tricky thing.

Life is a many tricky thing.

One minute you have as much life as a person can have. Laughing and singing and dancing. While the next moment, or sometimes even less then a moment, you find yourself at the bottom, without much hope.

Look at war for example. I never would have thought while growing up and playing house or 007 with my brother and sister that there would be a war going on in my lifetime. I never thought that my heritage or my friend’s heritage would play a role. I certainly never thought that so many of my own Canadian civilians would die while trying to serve their country.

One minute you feel as though life could never end. You feel as though nothing can stop you and the dreams that you experience every day. But like all stories, they come to an end eventually.

            I don’t mean to sound morbid, for I am not depressed and am truly a happy person, most of the time. I just don’t understand life sometimes. What is the point of life if we loose ourselves in its unbelievably unfair walls every day. Every day millions of people die when they really should not. Every day millions of people experience traumatic problems that they really shouldn’t.

Its not very fair! And if you ask me, it should not be allowed. But I am not God nor am I in any kind of position to make such a global issue stop. So unfortunately we all have to bite our teeth and try ever so hard to understand it.

We all have to grow up, right? We all have to realize that our what seemed like endless days at the school playground during recess, are over. The bell has rung. It is time to understand the truth. That there is no truth.

Life is pointless. This I know because all of the greatest philosophers would agree with you. Not pointless as in, we should all stop living. But pointless as in, there is no point. We are not put on this world to do one thing and one thing only. Fate does not simply make up our lives for us. Though some great thinkers feel that way. For the most part, it is all us. We are on our own. There may be a god watching, I have no doubts. But he has not much control over us. We are the ones who go into battle every day. And even though God made us like that, I don’t think he has any control over how we feel think or act, or the decisions that we make.

It is hard to grasp, I know. But perhaps we have this whole thing all wrong. Perhaps I was not send on this earth so that you could read this and then have it change your life (if it did then I feel sorry for you). But perhaps I am on this earth simply, to live. And to live alone. And when we get to that point, where we stare death right in the face, we will realize eventually that this is all there is. There wont be any flash of light and epiphanies screaming ‘Oh! That’s why all of this happened!’.  I don’t believe that it is the title that writes our stories for us, but what is between the lines. And I don’t think that a shoe keeper will be sent here so that he could make the queen her perfect shoes that will lead her down the isle, where she will then trip and fall, making a fool out of herself in front of all of her majesty’s party.

We write our own lives. And it better be good, because we only have a limited time to write it. Don’t we?