The voice from within

IT SHRIEKS. At times, it hollers. But mostly, it whispers. It could be the voice of reason, or it could be the cry of destruction. Time is short, life is shorter. This world had gone bad but life got even worse. Fate sucks, our collective lifestyles, however, life however suck even more. Passion may overflow but indifference and apathy just drain them all away. As all of the things we have accomplished become illogical as our lives takes a turn toward absurdity.

 

That journey that began with quick, lively and thunderous steps would crawl to a grindingly agonizing halt in the face of the route that became more of a maze. Beyond reason and understanding, the question that begs to be ask remain the same: why does one path suddenly unravels a thousand crossroads that attempt to lead us somewhere—and yet nowhere. Lost, cold and alone, another question comes like an onrushing runaway freight train as we lie hopeless and helpless at its tracks—what is our reason for living?

Do we live so we can make something of ourselves? And when we succeed in doing such, what importance could be given to it in the glaring reality of it all that nothing really matters, and achievements just pile on top of one another, becoming a tall monument of folly.

Do we live so we can satisfy ourselves? Believing ridiculously that this world had been tailor-made especially for us. Deluded with the thoughts that life is all about what we want—and how to get what we want. We drink in the cup of greed and covetousness, and get drunk in the whirlpool of vanity and selfishness. Then we would drown in the ocean of stupidity and idiocy, still believing our own perverted and distorted view of our self-importance.

Do we live so we can be of service to others? The more we help other people, the less we help ourselves, and the lesser it is that we are helped by others. Used and abused, then thrown away like a useless filthy rag. We may be quick to offer our assistance to those who are in need, in the same manner that they are so slow in reciprocating the favor—even if such reciprocation is neither expected nor hoped for. And when they do, it becomes an unpayable debt that would last 10 lifetimes.

Do we live just for the sake of living—without conviction, without principles, and simply without a care in the world, to live in the blandest, most straightforward manner, regardless of anything and anyone else? To live and to be of no use to anyone or anything. To live in a confused state and wonder why the hell do we really exist anyway? Unlearned and unwilling to learn, the life that nothing else but, and then there just maybe something else.

Trying to understand something that is beyond understanding may be a display of knowledge, yet it also implies, at the same time, the sheer asininity of someone who attempts to do so. To accept something that is well beyond the understanding requires wisdom, and faith.

Made in the very image of God, man made God in the image of man. Humanizing Him so much that the belief sank in: we now expect Him to act and react the in same way that we do. We have succeeded in burying our primordial reason of existence, which is to serve our Creator. Though some of us still do so, they do so in the way they want to and not the way He taught them to. And through these, life becomes meaningless as words could no longer stand for what they really mean, and actions no longer portray what we really want and intend to do.

We live so we can die. And maybe it will only be in death will we finally understand the meaning of life.

Life’s journey is not about reaching one’s destination. It is basically about the road we choose to travel on. Life’s ultimate test is not about what life made of us but what we have made of our lives.

In our own silly attempts to simplify the complex, we end up creating more labyrinthine problems. And there just seems to be no solution because we are either afraid to do so or we simply do not want to, or maybe there is just no means to go about it. But on top of this it simply boils down to the fact that we sometimes act in complete contrast to what we feel, think and believe in.

Sometimes, a whisper is louder than a scream. More so when it speaks of the things we need to do yet we never wanted to do.

But it had always been so—the voice from within is the voice that has always guided us throughout our lives. And maybe if we would only listen to it more clearly and heed it sometime, then life would be better.