As much as the title sounds ironic and cynical, it can be true; what if i died at the age of 40 ha?
well that’s the written destiny that i have no inkling of (i used to believe that only God knows that but then i questioned God’s knolwedge and intentions, that was followed by skepticism towards God himself/herself/themselves- i don’t know!).
So this post basically is a bunch of ideas, mashed together to become this supple substance that stretches across my brain causing intermittent phases of ponderings and contemplations on the meaning of life and love, fear and time.
The idea of absolute: what’s the absolute mission of someone’s life? how am i not wasting my time now writing these words? is typing these infathomable thoughts will help me in any way or form in the future? does it HAVE to help me?.
almost all the people that i know relate their absolute to God. and that can be achieved in many forms like that God has showed them the way and is supporting them in their quest to do so. Or if God is just putting them through a test, that things will be better and life would be brighter. Or that God is not doig anything, but it is them who are believing in God, it is this belief though uncertain is pushing them forward.
Anxiety, mainly the anxiety and worry over my family that is going through a rough time. i would prefer not to delve on this topic.
the idea of insatiable curiosity that makes me want to learn all the time. not waste time.
i learnt about spiral dynamics, about odysseuos, about machu pichu, about newman projections and about the art of running without headphones. all counted as a bliss.
AICHA BINT YUSIF 