What is life really about? Sometimes we ask ourselves that question at least once during a lifetime. I asked myself this question yesterday, the day before and now today as I am writing this, I still question myself. Is life about how we’re created? One small cell that develops into what we are now? Is life about populating the world, creating more so that our genes gets passed on? Is life about living it to the max? Going out at night? Doing drugs? Gaining experience from what we do the mistakes we make and learn from that? Or are we all actually aiming for that just one goal. That’s to find the perfect partner and have a happy ending. As a youngster we all looked forward to our birthdays, Christmas, holidays and sometimes even going to school because we get to see our mates or go to our favourite lesson. From a child comparing to teenage and to an adult prospective view, there isn’t much of a comparison. We all want to have fun whatever we’re doing. As a kid we want to have fun playing with our toys we received at Christmas, as a teenager we want to go out and get drunk with our mates, sharing that special moment and reflect to it as we get older, And as an adult sharing those special times with the one that we love the most and we’re willing to put our lives on the line just to see them succeed in life. But do we ask ourselves; what is the point of all of this. The world, being created, growing up, dying. What is the point of being born? Growing up from being a baby, turning into a teenager? Then get to an adult? At the end all we’re going to get is a life that sometimes we desired and sometimes we hate.
As we’re born, we are given jobs automatically. As a baby we’re meant to grow, As a kid we’re meant to learn, to enjoy our time as a youngster, As a teenager we’re meant to prepare ourselves for the future, ensure that we learn so one day we will have a decent job so that we can support a family and as an Adult we can live long enough to see our children graduate and tell ourselves that at that moment we are good parents because our children now can look after themselves, can earn a living doing something they love, have children of their own. But what we don’t know when we’re a kid or a teenager is that life is full of obstacles. Some people like to find their way round them and some like to take it as a challenge and go through it because once they have done so they know they could take the whole world on. But there are different types of obstacles that will trap us inside our own mind. Losing someone we loved is one type of obstacle that, us, human beings, finds it hard to get over because now we realise that this person’s gone. That person won’t be there when you need him/her the most; he/she won’t be there to share your laughter or cries with. What makes it worst is that you think to yourself what do I do now? There’s no one else who’s like him/her. All the memories we shared, all the things that happened and that we went through together, is this part of life aswell? To endure a lifetime of suffering every time his/her name is mentioned that brings flashbacks.
To get over someone that you know you needed to get through this life is hard no doubt about it. Losing this person is one thing but finding this individual is so hard to do. How you met, what you had in common, how you would start conversations with them and wouldn’t finish for hours, how being sat with them and not say a thing but just look at them and know that everything will be alright as long as you have that person. And if we lost this person or he/she haven’t been found yet we turn to other areas that could replace this emotional state by doing various things whether its to our own bodies or to other people. We turn to drugs, which ease the pain and takes away that horrid feeling even though we know the consequences of them, we put everything on the line for that just tiny moment of blur happiness. Or sometimes if the pain is so deep inside of us, it turns into anger and hatred. We attack things to take that anger and hatred out, and the way we do this is by attacking ourselves or other people. I might not have done so or been attacked but through the articles that are published, the news that are shown on T.V, people dying due to gang feuds or innocent victims losing their lives for no reason, the people that experienced this, share a type of hatred because they were victims and want revenge or their hatred has been building since they were an infant and as they grew up to witness things that was not meant for a child, abuse at home, abuse at school, to see violence at a delicate age and knowing that there is nothing, absolutely nothing you could do about it and as you grow older, you remind yourself what you saw, and that there was no one to help you there so whose here to help you now? Yes there might be the world’s top psychologist trying to read your mind, analyse every behaviour you’re making so it can actually relate to
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