The Question That Wont Let Me Go.
In the Stillness of Now There’s a question that’s been quietly haunting me for a while. It never raises its voice, but it’s always there, a quiet, lingering question that seems to follow me everywhere. It creeps into my mornings, shows up in the middle of conversations, and wonders at the back of my mind when the world goes quiet It’s not a question that demands an answer, just one that refuses to let go. . What is life, really? I don’t think I’ve ever had an answer. And the older I get, the more I realize, I probably never will. Every day, I see people who were once full of life suddenly gone. People with calendars full of plans, people who seemed untouchable, people who lit up rooms. And just like that, they're no longer here. Their names shift from the mouths of friends to pages in an obituary. And I find myself asking again: What is all this for? It’s easy to spiral when you sit with that question. But maybe life isn't meant to be figured out. Maybe it...