Life is full of mystery. A cliché? Indeed!

I am a person with an uncommon habit of observing entities not necessarily of importance to my non-existent collection of thoughts.

I have noticed that people tends to cower when the moments of their life come and happen right before their eyes. I wonder? Are we not used to realities anymore but dreams?

I think life is never a programmable logic as we want it to be. It is not a predictable series of here-and-there but rather a maze where there’s no solution to anything at all. Many might be saying I am getting illogical on this premise, I guess. Well, that’s it! We put logic to all things thinking that there’s an answer in everything which most of the time becomes a hindrance towards our self-actualization. We over-rationalize things. Spontaneity and fluidity becomes a no-no to us anymore instead our (sick) coping mechanisms get all the credits to live our lives.

Aha! I mentioned self-actualization. What is it? I think, It is a utopic concept/level of oneself where all things fall into places for us. A mukti, a nirvanic self?? Is it correct? Well, it doesn’t matter. My point is, as long as we shred our walls and cut living our masks we will never be tired and be afraid of our moments in life.

We are meant to be happy. However, it depends on our ability to recognize and savor its grandeur. Wala lang.