Welcome to the crevices of my mind.

 

It is the year 2019 (at the time that I am writing this) and I have decided to share with the world, my world.

 

It appears ever so strange to me, that despite our differences we all share one thing in common, that we all live in different worlds.

 

But without a doubt, each of our uniquely individual worlds share a series of common themes, plagued with malevolence, tragedy, pain, and suffering, that sometimes it gets ever more difficult for us to bear on our own.

 

Life is hard, and if it is not by the constant social pressure we receive from the outside world, we are further plagued with a perpetual fear of death. The predatory history that our ancestors faced, has programmed us to live in constant fear. Fear and anxiety wash over us daily, and the harrowing of the night has just begun. Technology advancement, despite its benefits, string our hearts and pressurizes our lives to be lived by unattainable idealistic standards. The heart beats to sound of the technological drum and the cheers from the crowd, palpitate our soul. 

 

We stand in the arena, alone, blood dripping from our hands as we work to please the crowd. Glory to the king who reigns over our brains. What are we but puppets in a play, thinking we own our lives.

 

But do we really?

 

Maybe in some ways. Or maybe our lives own us. The future moves faster than we can portrait it. And we are deceived by the seemingly innocuous. We take for granted those that love us, and we perpetually pursue what we can never have.

 

But maybe that's just the reality of the world we live in. The world I live in.

For I live in my own head.

 

I guess that scares me the most. The need to be understood.

 

And when depression is our only friend, we sleep in the bed we make.

 

But the story doesn't end there. For light shines brighter when the night is dark, and hope lifts the soul from the valley of death. For it is not in the grandest of things that we find hope, but in the beauty of the minuscule, that will set us free. Life works in funny ways, and sometimes it is when we pause to realize that the best medicine for the sickness that is being human, is simply being.

 

And when tomorrow transcends into today, and today, yesterday, we stand bold, courageous and chiseled with bravery. Ready to venture off once more, on the adventure we call life. 

 

So always remember, and never forget, that this life is the only opportunity you will get. Even if you need to take just one step.

 

Know that you got this.

 

Much Love,

Daniel Putra Suwahjo