I don’t know!

Success is small, but meaningful or so I thought some time back in my life. As you witness more and more of how the world works, you wonder is something like success even plausible in reality.

We are at a stage where we look at life and think what does it stand for? Are we responsible for giving it meaning or it has its own way of getting its own meaning. We don’t know the answer but one does wonder if there’s even an answer.

Is this the moment where a person goes back to God or texts of God and get spiritual about life? But then why is it so difficult to understand and why is there no common truth to it all?

Life is what it is. It is a closed system with uncountable variables and immeasurable effects. Maybe you localize your environment and find success within your environment. This is what school grades taught us. You could be first amongst your friends and be as happy as you could be if you were first amongst the entire class.

But that surely feels superficial. Time for one has taught all of us that times change. You might ace one test and fail the next one. Nothing is permanent. If nothing truly is permanent, how can one find meaning?

Finding the mysteries of universe was what I thought life was all about when I was 7. Finding what lied beyond visible universe was probably the meaning of life. Late did I realize, I couldn’t fully comprehend the way I am traveling through time, moment to moment, tying it all together for one useless intertwined ball of stuff. Is the stuff useful, who knows?

But everyone has their own ball of stuff, some are messier, some are large, while some are just so simple that one touch and they line up. Is this what it is supposed to be?

Deal with life, build your own ball of stuff and look back and smile and be proud of the ball of stuff you left behind. Maybe it is?

Maybe there’s a matrix, where everything pieces together, an unexplained dimension that moves everything within this closed system, sort a like puppet show and maybe breaking the matrix is what success looks like.

I don’t know. Maybe it is what it is.