We have been made to believe that life is a story of survival, a game of living in the arena of torn and shadow. Days of several surroundings, strangers walking and taking glances to an unideological struggle. This is how we live; this is how we consider the gift of “Creation”. Stepping to nights and days; making noises to collect the memories which would die in the infinite shallow of stupidity. People can see the lights for freedom but vague about the reality of the abandoned world.
We have been taught that lights can only be found in the philosophy of faith so that reprobates of religion should be thrown in the heart of prayers. But let me share a little story on how everything in this world was created:
“There was a ‘powerful’ foolish guy who went out of his cosmic dwelling and orbit around. He liked the blue most and spat life to it. Then after that he named himself as the god of all creations.”
It is a choice whether to believe in Miracle and Ignorance or believe in Intelligence and millions of reasoning, understanding, and comprehension. We are a jet of unpredictability, a piece of universe fighting to win a hopeless war.
Believe that there are assurances in doubting; believe that forlorn can be the meaning of true happiness, and life without science is blind. Be certain to all uncertainties and from there, become alive.