What Is Life?

Life is a vast landscape,

Full of twists and turns, hills and valleys.

Would it still be life if it were straight and predictable?

Or would it just be a lifeless, empty road?

We try to shape life to fit our plans,

To mold it with our expectations.

But life is not a piece of clay in our hands—

It moves, it shifts, it flows beyond our control.

There is pleasure, and there is pain.

There is light, and there is shadow.

Life is both laughter and sorrow,

And neither stays forever.

Yet, we hold on—

To memories, to past wounds, to imagined futures.

We stitch moments together,

Turning them into an identity, a story, a self, a petty little “me”

We live in the past, shaping it into who we think we are.

We chase the future, hoping it will make us complete.

But in this endless cycle of remembering and wanting,

We miss what is here—what is real.

Life is not meant to be controlled.

It is not meant to be forced into our rigid ideas.

Life moves on its own, and we are part of that movement.

Can we simply watch?

Can we let go of the weight of the past?

Can we stop reaching for an imagined future?

And just live—fully, freely, in this very moment?

Because life is only here, now.

Not yesterday, not tomorrow—only in the present.

That’s where it’s waiting to be lived.

– Harvey Singh

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