“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”

That question is a line from a poem written by Mary Oliver.

And it’s a question that often circulate in my mind. So often I have an aching and yearning, I know not of what. Just for something more than what my life looks like now. But how are you supposed to mend that aching, urging, craving, without knowing the cure?

How is it that human beings always want their life to be extraordinary? To have meant something? Because I’m right to think that most human beings want that? Or is it just me that want that? I want my life to have meant something to other human beings. To our planet. To the future.

“When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it is over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.”
― Mary Oliver


Do you ever feel like screaming out loud?

Do you ever feel like screaming out loud? Just because life is what it is? And you feel that you can hardly breathe?

And you want to get out of this meaningless existence but don’t have a clue how? And when even anti-anxiety pills don’t help on these days.. what do you do?

How can one find meaning in one’s life? If you don’t have any particular passions, then what’s left? Only emptiness? And is meant to go on like this? How can one avoid asking oneself what’s the point? Why go on?

How do you guys find joy in your life? And how often does that happen?