Life is an endless journey. We are travelers to a destination that is uncertain, a destination of unknown and untold realities. What awaits us there, no one knows and nobody can tell. But the question is: When would this travel end? Would it end the moment we die? Will it end the moment we breathe the last breath of life? Or would the journey continue after death. The answer is unknown because no one has come back to tell the living what awaits us there.
The uncertainty of life has caused chills inside me. As a child, a lot of questions lurked inside my head. What could I become in the future? Will I be successful? Will I reach the age of 50? Will I be able to have my own family? These were some of the questions that were left unanswered. Until I reached adulthood when I feel that those questions when I was a child seemed obscure and childish, even foolish. But still the fear of the unknown hasn’t left me. I am still haunted with the fear of being unable to handle the reality that awaits me in the end. But what really is the end? Is it something that we can experience because of the things that we do today? Are those the consequences of our decisions that we playfully made? Is it some sort of punishment due to the kind of living that we practice today? Different questions, yet the same bottom-line – the question and the desire to know the unknown. I’ve been through a lot and I could say that life has never been easy. I’ve experienced happiness as well as misery and I could tell that all these things are the end-product of my decisions before.
My questions when I was a child were already answered but with each answer emerges another question and the endless quest for answers starts again. And then I realized that the more I wanted to define my future, the end of what I called “My Life”, the more questions are laid down and more fear of dealing with the uncertain and unknown end are visualized. I quit. I resolved to stop this nonsense thinking! I cannot always prepare for the future. I cannot continue figuring out what the future holds for me. It’s not mine to foresee and it’s not mine to mind. I will live life the way I want it to be and there’s no one to stop me. I set my own rules, I build my own walls and limitations, and I will decide to whatever I will encounter with the knowledge that all these decisions shall contribute to the wellness or misery of my life. I cannot hold the future. I cannot define it the way I wanted it to be. I cannot also rebuild the past, for all that has happened shall never come to pass again. But I can live today to the fullest, to the best way I ever could. And I will cherish each moment knowing that life is a gift from God that should be spent in the fullest way possible. I will live today as if there’s no tomorrow.
My life is an endless journey. And there are still questions that sometimes pop in my mind. But I know that it’s endless and the questions are never-ending. And since it’s endless, defining its end would be futile and thinking of what tomorrow could be is such a pointless act. Are you acting that way too? At some point in your life, do you desire to furnish a future based on what you want and on what you define as a perfect future could be? Again my friends let me tell you: Defining your future is futile for only God holds our future.