it's true that we all have a terminal disease, and it is called life. mortality is the great human equalizer - we will all be leaving behind this carbon-based existence one way or the other. the past few days i've been thinking - is it all worth it?
we wake up, we toil, we smile, we stress, we love, we fight, we create, we seek. but still, every story will end.
and yet i sometimes imagine that our lives are compositions, each moment defined by a chord and a tempo, adagios and vivos following each other. there are high notes and low notes and midtones.
my life may not be a Bach. or a Mozart, and lately i feel like it's out of sync at times. but i've learned to accept that a beautiful symphony doesn't always need to be happy and high all the time; that how the low, thick and sad sounds fit in make it all the more interesting.
the more i philosophize, the more i realize this life's worth it.
and i want to see how this melody ends.
P.S.
who knows, another's harmony might just make it extra special.
