Life doesn’t stop for anybody
I've been ruminating for days now. I’ve been consistently ticking off my to-do list for the week and I managed to survive the work and school week too. But sometimes, I would stop and think about my purpose… my life. Is this it? Am I happy? Am I doing well? Unfortunately, I don’t have the answers to my questions. I made a habit of going to the park early in the morning to breathe and escape the matrix for awhile.I read books, I painted, and ate my snacks there. And for a moment, I felt this sense of belonging. The trees gave me a sense of “home” that day. And I thought about dying. In the middle of a peaceful morning, I was thinking about death and grief. I’ve always known that life doesn’t stop for me or for anybody. So even if I die today, the world will still spin and the people in it will continue their normal lives. I will be forgotten by my friends years from now. I will disappear like a bubble. It’s funny how we’re a speck of dust in the middle of a vast universe. Do...