Greetings
Did we ever have a choice in what we were born as?
Whether it was some higher being who decided, ultimately, that we were to be born, to flourish in the game of life and use It to out liking.
Was there a choice in the kind of people responsible for us? For our well being? What if your existence was merely because of something no one even wanted, whether it be someone's dignity taken, or whether it was an act of a simple chore rather than a want to bring life.
How does one understand why they were born and what if means to live? Was there something you were supposed to do? Accomplish? Be the best possible person you could ever be?
Most would agree, others would wish the worst on people that have wronged them, others compliant and not responsive to anything happening.
And then there's those who don't even know why they're still here, even if it feels hopeless, inevitable something will happen to them, something bad, they still keep going, somehow, because what else can they do.
The last thing someone like that would want is to give up, and well, they deserve to just, exist, they don't need to fulfill any big purpose of accomplishing everything, but just being present is more than enough, because life isn't really about a purpose or a grand scheme to fulfill something, a life can be more precious than anything else.
Even if the tattered remains that is your body are left broken and bare for everyone to gawk and stare, no one really understands where it came from, but, for you, you know the body given to you is yours, and to do with it whatever is the freedom you were gifted, since it is yours.
A life can be more about being present, admiring the small things in life, and taking in the vastness of time and space, a remarkable symphony of every single living being on this planet, like a song all sung together.
All that matters is to stay present, watch, and even if existence is miserable, most deserve the needed break of just, existing, and that's all one really needs sometimes.
It really is beautiful, isn't it?
Time will move on, and so will you.
- Murr