Searching for The Answers

This is life. Every day there’s a new born baby somewhere. Everyday is a new beginning for a new soul, a new breath of life. We come to this world like an empty page. By time, line after line is written on this page. Each one of them is a new definition for who we are. The question is, who is the actual writer of these lines? Is it us, is it our parents, is it our community, or is it simply God’s words. Are we destined to become the person that we are? Do we choose to become who we are? If so, are you sure you’ve made the choice yourself? Did you make the right choice? How do you know that you made the right choice? Does having more people on your side even if you are wrong can possibly make you right?

Who am I? Why am I here? The questions are endless, asked over and over by every person? Some people keep on asking, some people give up too soon, and others fight back the question fearing they might never know the answer and this is unluckily what most people do. They choose to be on the safe side and live without worrying about the essence of this life; they choose to stay on the comfort zone, the place they’ve always known. They choose ignorance instead of knowledge. In the big ocean of life they choose to stay on the surface, afraid to discover what’s hiding beneath. Unfortunately they are actually missing the beauty, missing the thrill, missing the truth, missing life! But what about those who choose to dive in? Do they ever reach the bottom?

I ask again, who am I? Am I me? Am I just a copy of my parents? Am I an imitation with no soul for some idol I got hooked up to sometime when I was young? Who am I? The question might sound simple, yet I’ve never heard a more complicated thought, three words question, how many pages can fit in the answer? Where is the answer? Has it been answered before, and how? Will I ever find the answer? What if I never did? Do I become just a passer on life’s road, where eventually the wind of time will erase the soles of my feet, to become completely forgotten?

Am I somewhere? Am I here? Is the he simple movement of my chest rising rhythmically as I breath an enough proof that am alive. How do I know that I’m alive? Does the soul have vital sings just like the body does? How do I know my soul is alive, that I am more that a beating heart that echoes in this endless universe? Does my beat add something new? Am I a part of the harmony or am I just an unnecessary being that existed for no reason? If I never existed, what would be different? Is there something or only nothing?

Can nothing somehow turn to something and something ends up to nothing? Can love and hate exist in the same heart even though they converse each other? If not how come positive and negative are attracted? But heat and coldness erase each other where they both become warmness. Does darkness conquer light or is it light which eliminates the darkness? And if evil destroys good sometime, can evil destroy evil? Can sunshine and rain happen at the same time, not if they happened in different places? 3000 years ago was it possible for someone to believe that while it is midday in it is midnight in , or that while it is winter in the north, it is summer in the south. And so I wonder could there be two different people under the same sky and under the same sun having two different opinions while they both can be right? Could they harmonize together just like the earth, the stars and all the heavenly bodies do, though they are different? They do so because otherwise the consequences can be destructive. What about people, did/do/will they harmonize? Do some people ruin the harmony of life?


What about my own being? Do I have a harmony of my own? Does my outer look harmonize with my inner feelings? Do my own thoughts and beliefs harmonize with my religion? Do my dreams and hopes in life harmonize with my belonging?


More questions, but who’s to ask? Is the answer simply inside of me? Then why am I blind to see it? What exactly am I doing wrong? Or could the answer be in people around me? If asked would I be risking my loved once? Will I hurt anyone? What if the answer is only with God? Would he give it to me? Do I deserve getting it? What am I supposed to do in order to get it?


Until now I might not have an answer for any of these questions? But something I know for sure, is that this is the beginning of something new, a new awakening, I’m thankful I was giving this chance, but will I mess things up at the end?