Paradoxes of Life

Questions of life, universe and everything... we may choose to think about them, we may ignore them, and yet nothing changes. Life goes on as it is supposed to go on. We may choose to make life complicated, and we may keep it simple, and neither idea would be false. For, this life is as paradoxical as the word paradoxical itself.

Life is beautiful- extremely, unimaginably, fantastically... magically. And life is tragic- extremely, intolerably, cruelly... Your heart could be full of laughter one day and the next morning, you could be thrown down the harsh precipice of eternal sorrow.

Life is mundane, and life is unpredictable. Life lets you breathe, and life breaks your wind pipe and takes the mortal energy out of you in a whiff. Beautiful life. Cunning life. Merciful. Harsh. Every moment is a new chapter, every day a new beginning. What has happened in the past is dead and gone, and yet no matter how much you try, you cannot forget the past, for you are what you have been, not what you will become. 

The world is so full and all of us are so lonely... Life is long and yet so short. There is god and there is no god anywhere... 

Tears and laughter, love and hatred, everything that you wish for and everything you abhor, this life brings to you all without rhyme or reason. Our minds are volatile and we keep thinking of 'stuff'. We live and we die, and still this life, the universe and everything, goes on and on... cruelly, intolerably, heartlessly...