To reap wisdom; that was, that is and that forever will be my purpose of life.

I do not believe in the uselessness of suffering. It might be a profound reason to live.

Am I selfish to rejoice in my freedom as a priceless possession? Is freedom antecedent to selfishness or does it empower us to be selfless for others?

If all my life has been a mirror reflecting the others then who am I? What are my desires?

Dying with hopelessness is to die in despair. Hope is to know the certainty of uncertainness. It is not to quantify the uncertainness as this act itself is the act in despair, but it is to know the certainty of the existence of uncertainness. To know how certain is the ‘uncertain’. The temporality of existence is uncertain, and to know the certainty of that uncertainness is to know the inevitability of death.

The inception of love has always been for self. We must actualize self-love before portraying it outwards. We must overcome the despair attached to the loneliness before finding other as a companion, or else it’ll be a mere act of escapism which foster dependency.