Just a thought, not gonna read through it to correct my grammar nor spelling, I’m freewriting weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Being a thinker does not make me a happy person. At the end, everything will always go downhill. What is the point of life itself when you’re just going to die? Everything that has been invented had been thought of by other people. There’s certainly nothing new under the sun. Yes, they didn’t have iPhone back then, but I’m sure they had thought of ways to communicate with others, they just need a 10932847109238657 years later in order to finally make it. We only have advancements now, but they will never be enough for the human race who always want more. What’s the point of all this then? All of it is vanity. We indulge ourselves in many things: riches, wisdom, and even folly. In riches, we spend all our money to buy the newest of the newest things. In wisdom, we research and search every “unknown” knowledge, to enhance our mind. In folly, we do stupid things just to make us laugh… But we know, at the end of the day, all of this are meaningless. It will never be enough. We’ll stop and just stare (haha, literally, though), because there’s nothing else to do but think of what’s next, what’s gonna make me happy next, what’s gonna satisfy me next, … Hmmmpphh. Should I just give up instead because everything is not worth it anymore?…
Truth is (to me), being a believer makes me happy. Not that I’m lazy to think, so finally I will just believe, but because I have found the truth in my life and it changes everything. I believe in the truth, and it really set me free from all my thoughts and sadness. It’s beyond happiness. I know I did stupid things, spent money like crazy, and thought of the deepest of the deepest thoughts (‘til I try to find the reason why I thought in the first place and sometimes got lost in my own mind labyrinth), but all these will not go in vain, because I believe that at the end of the day, there are purposes of why I did all that. These experiences, they are all meaningful, they’re subjects to teach to my future children & grandchildren. I have found the purpose of these experiences (that makes life my life) in my God: the truth, the way, the life. He’s the reason why I do not faint during hard times. Though I fall seven times, seven times will I rise again. He’s the reason why I will never, ever give up.
So many things to say. So many mysteries to be unveiled. So much to give. All these for the benefit of my future generations, so that they’ll know my God, the One who guided me in my life.
Be strongly rooted within, or be awfully broken every second.