Write, paint, sing, dance, create masterpieces in whatever medium you can because nothing really matters in the grander scheme of things anyway.
Everything that seems important is useless, tiny, microscopic in the grander scheme of things.
But it all eventually joins together to give us the illusion of a whole.
But is that really an illusion?
Because impactful events do happen. Actions do breed appropriate consequences. Karma does strike. But will all of it matter in 1000 years?
Individually, they won’t, perhaps. They are all infinitesimally small, microscopic in nature, just like you and I.
But put the actions of everyone together, and the present always shapes the faraway future.
So, what shall we do?
How shall we live?
Should we just give up?
Maybe it’s not as bad as it sounds. These small things that seemingly don’t matter do keep us occupied and save us from going insane.
So, shall we rise above it?
It has its risks — the risks of transcendence, enlightenment, going insane. It might be a snow-filled road, knee-deep in things that are scary, mysterious, and dark, with no light in sight.
But what we do have, though, is the promise of the unknown. And this willingness to explore this secret is what keeps us going anyway.
Would that matter in the grander scheme of things?
Perhaps not. Perhaps more than you could imagine. You never really know. It has always been that way.
Those who promise all the answers are always the ones causing the most harm.
Those who promise all the answers are often the ones responsible for creating generations of people who are dumb and mindless, following in footsteps, never carving their own.
But those who promise all the answers are also the ones who shape the future. For better or for worse. Usually, the latter.
It is what it is.
Perhaps there is more to it. Perhaps it was all an accident. A freak, weird, beautiful, unfortunate, one-in-a-billion accident that allowed us to come to be.
You never really know.
Unless you have all the answers. But you can’t have that.
There are still so many mysteries to decipher…
In the darkness, there is an imaginary land full of mysteries. I’ve felt it. I’ve never been there, but I’ve felt it.
Is it real? I don’t know. The things we imagine must have some fragment of truth in them; otherwise, why would they come to us? How would they come to us?
Perhaps I will decipher these mysteries someday. And then I would write about them. I would reveal all the answers, and you would laugh, mock, and throw them away in the trash.
And that’s good, really.
Don’t follow, never follow, carve your own path.
Take cues, inspirations, suggestions.
Act on it, experiment, fail, fall, cry, get depressed, go mad, develop issues and struggles, almost commit suicide multiple times, get up, come back, repeat the process, and eventually, you might get somewhere.
Eventually, you might stumble onto a few pieces of truth. And when you do, reveal them to everyone, as many as you can.
And maybe, in 100 years or so, somebody picks them up and carries on your work.
Because this work will always be incomplete, in fragments. You can’t reveal the entire truth through language and words alone.
But these fragments of truth might still be a very important catalyst in the grander scheme of things.
So, don’t give up. Keep writing, painting, singing, creating art and masterpieces in whatever medium you can.
It might not matter in the grander scheme of things, but then again, you just never know…
The kind of writing that shows up uninvited, barefoot, at 3 a.m.
