Live. Breath and live. Just live buddy.
You haven't figured it all. No one does. We all live in the dark following the tiny light close to our eyes, following the tiny light far away on the horizon hoping we'll be in the light one day. Till death, till our demise, we don't. It's only at death when we find what it really was, the while fiasco of life. You don't need to figure it all. Just follow the little light. It'll take you there someday.
Live. Just live how life comes to you. Live how life wants you to live. Ride it when it gallops. Ride it when it stands still. Ride it when it flies. Ride it when it crawls. That's how it all is. No one defines it better than it defines itself. It is just that. Live how it comes.
You've a million ideas how it should be. And you've never lived it all so it's not how it should be. And it comes how it is; opposite of how you want it to be. And sometimes when you lucky it comes as you want it to be. And we don't live on luck most times. So it comes how it wants itself to be. So lose the idea of how you want it to be and live how it comes.
Live life; life is to be lived.
Kabwere Musa
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