Life is Beautiful

      I have always believed that life, whatever it does muster to bring, is beautiful.  I firmly believe that beyond the childish conceptions we have about it, and even though we often myopically see it through a glass darkly, there’s no point trying to go against its course, our role and place in it having been pre-determined from the start.  Pessimists might describe their existence as insignificant, likened to a speck of dust in the cosmos of things, but though speck of dust it might apparently be, it need not really, actually be as trifle as that.

     

      On the grand scale is a Providence-led orchestra, you and me playing our parts, for a reason.  I firmly believe that there is a reason why I am where I am right now…  I don’t know how my cries for succor or my freedom screams or even the music I make with my soul when I’m happy could translate to something beautiful alongside the travails, yells and plaints of others, who, like myself are finding ways to realize there’s more to life than going shopping, earning lots of money, achieving fame, wielding power or manipulating people.  But then again, I’m not attempting to read the mind of God: it’s ssscary territory.  All I do is grope in the dark, see how smart I can become and pretend I discern.  However, these things do not concern an interpretation of the idiosyncrasies of nature, or governments or human positive law which are within the powers of wo/man.  The wisdom behind what constitutes the very bonds of existence and beingness is a problem philosophers have been problematizing on since the birth of thought and their exercise is not seeing fruition anytime soon.  Life, will always be a mystery, but it need not be ugly.  At the end of the day, I will keep going back to God, who will always tell me that all I need to do to get by, is to trust in Him.  It will always boil down to not what you know or what you are, but whose Hand you clasp as you go along.