OUR HUMAN PARADOX

 

                                                        OUR HUMAN PARADOX

 

                             We did not enter a finished world. We never chose to be here.

                                Thrown into existence without consent, amidst the chaos—

                                        Like abandoned children in the dead of night

                                                         Unwittingly set in motion.

                                                     Out of nowhere, bound to nowhere-

                                                                     Life just happens

 

 

               We ache for what was never owed: guidance, protection, certainty, meaning.

                                   Yet there is no script, no entitlement, no guarantees-

                                                  Our map isn’t the territory

                                                A kind of blind man’s bluff with reality itself.

                                   A world listening in silence- no eyes, no voice, no ears

                                      Nothing seems to matter- only what is, remains

                                                        And it is what it is

 

                                      We are told that somewhere, someone has figured out

                                         What life is supposedly meant to be

                                            What truth, success, and value are:

                                         We spend ourselves earning each breath:

                                           Work, endure, survive, obey, pay, repeat

                                             Alongside loss, disease, and death

 

                                                 Yet no matter how hard we try,

                                                 Instead of my hard-earned reward

                                                      No validation is the prize

                                                    We just feel emptiness inside

                                                And lingering questions remain:

                   Why are we here? Where did we come from? Where are we going next?

 

                                      And while we keep waiting for answers,

                                      Somehow, keep loving, hoping, creating.

                     Like candle lights trembling softly against an endless darkness.

                                        Defying the void, we dare to care

                                

 

 

                                       Because maybe, just maybe, it’s enough to know

                                               that out of every unwritten outcome,

                                          we turned out to be the eye of the storm—

                                                              A node in the web,

                                                    Embracing the freedom of being,

                                                                 against all odds.

 

                                                        

                                                       Thus, we are the paradox

                                        Truth speaks for itself; it needs no voice

                                                  Guidance lights the way, but the feet are ours

                                             And in the end, sovereignty lies within

 

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                      The Silence doesn’t answer-It is where the questions begin