Being alive is like playing a game in a maze.

Everyone is born, and everyone dies in that maze.

Some spend their entire lives searching for a way, an exit, and something lost. Some people run into each other, some collide, as they have brief conversations and small talks about their journey in the maze.

“How long have you been here? I wonder…”

“Do you know how we could find the exit?”

“How come you’ve never found it all the while you’ve been here?”

Having an old life doesn’t mean we gain experience as well. They don’t come together. They exist on their own, but they both want you and need you for something way bigger than we are.

Not everyone finds that which is bigger than the heavy breaths we’ve taken since day one, so they’ll be there, in the maze, searching for answers. And for the solution to a problem that they can’t explain, neither comprehend by their little minds.

Even though we exist in our little story blocks and life bubbles, as separate beings with our souls and, well, Spirit, we co-exist in that maze that births unique books of life from our brief chapters and life episodes.

“So what if I told you every ocean, sea, lake, and waterfall comprises every teardrop we’ve shed in our brief episodes, and the pang called life?”

“What if I told you every dirt and soil are the bodies of our loved ones and ancestors who have died from generation after generation, but they still live on to make sure we live on as well?”

“What if I told you the stars in the sky are our wishful desires that could have brought significant change and blessings into millions of lives? One star for each soul…” Well, the stars are countless and are bigger and hotter than the moon that shines bright in the night sky. Imagine if you used up every imagination. No matter how insignificant it seemed, but could have held the entire world.

“What if I told you that every emotion man has birthed is what controls the universe?”

“Imagine the rain as those heavy tears we’ve suppressed, but come rushing down on us like rain.”

“What if I told you every whirlpool, tornado, or natural disaster are those broken shards of every soul coming as one to lay desolation to those who have wronged them?”

“And every sickness is an answered desire we whisper to ourselves when we so carelessly wish for someone to die.”

“And every mountain, a desire to reach for the sky, but could never be achieved.”

“And the wind that blows, a deep sigh of relief that refreshes our soul or a deep sigh filled with heavy emotions we could express with nothing except breath.”

As it comes, blowing us away, like ashes in the wind and dust that we are.

“What if the larva and volcanoes are manipulative and distorted desires that burned away our souls without leaving a mark of our existence in creation?”

“What if the moon is that cowardly soul that wants to be the only one in the spotlight, and the only one bringing hope to those in the dark instead of bringing them to the light?”

That soul never realized their light wasn’t bright enough for the world because they were darkness themselves, but still so desired to glow.

“And the thunder, a cry and a silent scream we’ve so suppressed? But came with a loud sound that makes us quiver in fear.”

What if… no thought goes to waste, nor a wish, a desire, a will. Everything in man is crying out, and forces are listening to every single thing and making them come alive without us realizing it. “If you’re going to say what I think, say it already.” Because it’s going to come forth someday.

Maybe not today, but it may be someday in the future or centuries ahead after you're dead and gone.

© aurora_of_light