To Future.

It’s scary; this whole concept of life. The past is so much unexplainable; the present not very understandable; and the future, unpredictable.

It is the uncertainty of the future that so often makes me bite my nails. It makes me nervous. So much of tomorrow depends on what I do today. And it is not just my tomorrow. Tomorrows of my loved ones come along too. I feel the weight of this, whatever this is, push down on my shoulder. I would like to get off the race, this race that we are all running in. But I can’t. For I won’t let myself. I wish life came with a manual, a guide to the meaning of life. I wish there were a point to all this; except surviving or surviving richly. There is a certain emptiness that gnaws at my mind. Maybe this is the reason that mankind has developed a system to always keep themselves busy: to achieve gratification through all the fake meanings of life. But if truth be told had it not been for all these fake meanings, we would all go insane. Hence the race and hence the running.