from the river

Something I shared with a few friends, whom like me have felt the lens on life grey a little.



"Have you ever thought of it this way:

Many people become existential and depressed because they seek life's purpose and find that they, find none.

Strangely, I find the beauty of life in just that- that life has no purpose. It's appears to me to be one whole random, distorted, and yet, cohesive mess of anything and everything.

But in that realisation itself you have everything.

You no longer chase, you accept.
You no longer strive, you become.
You no longer try, you are.

You will see that you are both nothing and everything there could ever possibly be. At once.

And in that, my friend, is all there ever is, and all there ever needs to be."