Life and time. Such simple four letter words, but indeed two of the most mysterious things in this entire universe. So many philosophical sayings are associated with these two words. So many people have spent their entire lives trying to understand the meaning behind these two. Whatever these two may mean, one thing is for certain. Both life and time are constant, flowing, fleeting phenomena. We say, time’s running out. In actuality, time is just moving as it’s supposed to. It is us, who are not quick enough to keep up with time. It is us, who are limited, not time. Time is a vast limitless pool, from which we are each allotted a sliver, which we consume as long as our perishable bodies exist in this world. We call this sliver a Lifetime. We marry the two most elusive concepts together and create this new entity called a Lifetime – a frail attempt by human beings to capture something which cannot be captured. By putting these two words together, we create finite from the infinite. From the gazillions of moments that time is made up of, we take 100 years or so and term it a lifetime. And in those 100 years, we grow and evolve. We learn, get degrees, work, get promotions, earn money, buy houses, buy cars, accumulate wealth, love, marry, have children, grow old, have grand-children, and then pass away. That’s the textbook definition of life. The more boxes one can tick from this list, the more successful one is considered. The success of life is defined by society. We are all supposed to do a certain kind of activity at every stage of our lives. If we don’t, we are not living life the way it is meant to be lived.
Perhaps that is the right thing to do. Perhaps. But it might not be. However, can anyone really challenge society? Or more importantly, can anyone who challenges society still be considered a part of it? I guess I will never truly understand the meaning of life, or what we are truly supposed to do with it. I wish I could be a daring female protagonist like Katniss from The Hunger Games or Tris from Divergent. I wish I could not care and embrace the inner warrior princess in me. However, it seems easier in my mind than it does in reality. So me, even with my most divergent ways, might eventually be compliant to the rules of society. Might.
I often wish I lived inside a book. Have my life written by someone else. But it won’t be one of those books that end in mid sentence. It would be a book that ends with a happy ending. I would be a strong female protagonist, who goes through a turbulent and eventful life, and emerges as victorious. All I would have to do is play my character; just live the lines. There would be no uncertainty, as I would know the book would eventually end, and the leading protagonist, aka me, would finally get a happy ending. I wish.
But life isn’t that simple. Or maybe it is, it just seems really complicated because we are not meant to understand life. We are just meant to live it, learn lessons from the past, be awake in the present, and look towards the future. The one who is supposed to understand life, our Creator, knows everything and has written all our endings with invisible ink, that only He can see. Maybe we are all characters in the great book of life, after all. We just don’t know it yet. We don’t know how many chapters and how many pages we have left. And we also don’t know the other characters we are supposed to encounter in our story.
I guess that’s what life is. We are all characters in our story, and we spend our lifetime playing our roles. Our character evolves with every event, with every quandary, and becomes stronger and stronger. The ones who have been good, the ones who deserve it, will get their happy endings. And the villains, the bad ones, will be defeated in the end.
I genuinely hope I am one of those deserving ones.