Mystery

The human being works in mysterious ways, doesn’t it? We feel, think and know. We believe, doubt and wonder. We seek and we pursue. We demand and we require. We expect, all the time, from ourselves, from others and from the world. And if our expectations are not met we tend to find a way to make us feel like they were met or to pretend to be okay that they weren’t. Oh yes, ‘cause we like to pretend, we got used to it. Pretending makes it possible to get through. Life is hard and the world goes on uncontrollably, so we are who we must be to get by, to move on, to survive. The idea that we can be here now and not anymore at any time turns everything into reasons and excuses to justify our actions. The things we cannot deal with we simply don’t accept, and the things we love the most we fight to protect at any cost. But love and hate, comprehension and misunderstandings are things that deep down we cannot truly grasp. But anyways we try to find an explanation for everything because the uncertain is too heavy to bear. And so on and so forth we in fact learn how to be the way we are, generation after generation, until it gets to a point where it’s nearly impossible to unlearn, to change. And the world goes on, the planet keeps spinning, time continues to pass according to our fantasy of it. And some of us manage to move on along with the rest, while some of us can’t stand to keep going. It’s tragic, beautiful, confusing, overwhelming and definitely mysterious.