I like my life… I wondered. who would have thought following your dreams would take you here. They always scare you, scare you of being crushed by reality of our imaginations, they scare you I thought, because they too are afraid, afraid of accepting who they are. A famous writer once said “fear of suffering is worse than suffering itself”, so let me suffer with joy, I reminded myself.
I liked my life… because everyday would hold little mysteries for me, people I met or things I did. Everything was so unpredictable and yet arranged so synchronically. Every moment I unwrapped, I found a little gift inside.
I liked my life… sometimes so much that it would really make me afraid, afraid of illusions I have built around me but then heart responds, isn’t everything an illusion and aren’t we creating our own world where we live ?
and yet again I am reminded of the poem I read in my class ” To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness, But life without meaning is the torture of restlessness and vague desire”
So I continue to like my life with it’s fears and desires because thats what makes me alive…