To Be or Not To Be?

To be or not to be? To be happy or sad, to be ebullient or doleful, to be passionate or moody? To be or not to be is the quest I set out to seek. It’s the puzzle I needed to solve, the enigma that stared me down to red teary eyes. The proof of my near – frivolous existence, the evidence of my terrestrial composition, the pain of my bane as a man.

What life it is that I live, what cross for me to bear, and all for this but minute time in the vastness of eternity to solve its riddle. The rigors of its storms break my ephemeral wings and strip me of my abilities to levitate. To ascend the mountains of despair, to leap, even if for a moment the hills of pain, to the other side – to be clothed with lasting joy and cheer. Oh! But then I saw, with this permanence of joy, a point of no return, a place where the oxymorons of angelic – devils, false – truths, joyful – sorrows, and the basket of heterogeneities we experience in this life cannot dare us to – be or not, to – be.

Then I counted my pain as an opportunity for my joy, my loss as the trampoline to bounce back, my shame as the momentum to vault again even if my head was down. There, suddenly the discomfort seemed to wane, although for a moment so evanescent, yet it trickled down in me lasting chords of contentment, and a victory chant was heard amid the puzzling – relief of life’s invisible – conundrums.

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