Wave Existence

Ever wondered what our lives are like? I often muse about that question, ruminating over the probable chance of even finding the slightest answer, but often than not, it just pushes me deeper - Deeper into my crevices of self. Are we just mere existence with zero correlation? The parallel difference amidst the trajectory touch of human relations... Today I found the answer, but the answer is only cogent for today...

Our existence are merely waves, hundreds, thousands, millions of inconspicuous waves. It ebbs and throbs at the very mere things we did and decided to do. It resonates our purpose through a medium we could never understand. It speaks to us in a language some called “Answers”, the voice of the consecrated one some revered to as “God”, but still we can never read them. It is a cryptogram moving along the seas of fate, a matrix which we can never decipher... Yet somehow it exists and takes form in our lives, somehow or another.

Between the now and then, the here and there, the past and the present... Our waves picks up and slows down, crashes onto shores and carried on briefly. One constant that delineated it, is that it will never stop moving... Not even for a slightest moment. Even as it dies, every single ergs will be passed on to the next. That is our existence... Our wave existence...