There’s
one interesting thing about mirage that I am most fascinated about. It is that they
tricked you of being real and of being there, yet after approaching it to
have a closer look, they suddenly fade away. And just like that, they disappear
and gone forever. Makes you wonder what they are and where they are going.
Well,
life sometimes is like that. You come to a point where you just realize that
some things in life are only there temporarily. Little objects or some phenomena
that are transitory, slowly fading away like a haze or a wisp. In a blink of an
eye or in a heartbeat, they are gone forever.
Ephemeral.
Life
itself is like that—ephemeral. Philosophers call it existential. Pragmatics has
an aversion to its inevitability. The bible renders this matter-of-fact: it is
just a passing breath; a flower that quickly fades. This is all liberating when
one internalizes its profound meaning. And I am at a constant loss for meaning
when faced with such lofty ideas.
All
I know is this: I don’t want my life to be a mirage. I don’t want the world or
people to say, “Is it really there, or is it not?” I will honor my existence in
this life—no matter how transitory it really is—by making the world realize
that I was here.
And
as one nugget of wisdom says: I am but a speck in the vastness, but I am here
to make a dent in this universe.
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