Hello readers! The birds in my birdhouses – the ones that enjoy the fruit of the effort that the writer puts into pieces of writing! This is a post on my thoughts in regard to life, yet, it is not about the “material” kind of life. It will not, I promise you, talk about what man has been through, what man has achieved and so on. My peers have done so already, and I suggest you must read Myles’ posts if you are interested in topics such as that. What Aron talks about in his post is not the “human” aspect, but the “humans” way of thinking. What I am going to talk about is a little deeper, and connects to the “way the world works.” 

Firstly, I must ask you what you think life is. This general term is thrown around everywhere – your friend fails a Math test so what do you hear? “Argh. I hate my life!” What have they seen of life to talk such as that? 13 years and still lacking experience? And, there is obviously the other extreme. People who are “successful” in life obviously feel life is beautiful. Life doesn’t go by the blink of an eye. It is full of good times, bad times, and just alright times. No one can judge life by just one event that happens to them. I think I might be getting a little carried away. I must keep reminding myself that this post was not meant to chastise the ignorant acts that people do.  

Life does not work like a cycle. There have been many great authors and saints who might have written thus, however, I disagree. My thoughts on life were very deep even when I was ten, and the saddest part was that I could not find the right words to describe what I was thinking. So here goes. Life is like a never-ending story. Something that doesn’t stop for ages. Think of it this way: when someone dies, they are reborn as another on this earth. It is like playing an unending soccer game, and as it is unending, the players need to be substituted as time goes by. Also, no one can be born in the past. What’s past stays past, and nothing anyone can do can change this. The ones that died in the yester-years are born now as you readers reading this post. Hence, history stays as it was, and the future just keeps going on and on with new people.  

Yet, not everything is clear to me. I don’t understand what happens to the one (as in the form, not the soul) that just died. They don’t get replaced. Their role is just taken out of the game. This theory is not so simple, yet, I feel it could be quite true. Still speaking in the terms of life resembling a soccer game, the old players (humans) that have been in the game for long are removed by the manager (the Lord) and replaced by new characters (ones that are born to take the place of the ones that just died) who play in the game for as long as He feels it necessary. And the ones cheering in the crowd is the rest of the world. We humans are like thinking puppets that are watched by the Lord and taken care of by Him.  

I have tried my level best to write this post in simple terms, yet, I am sure some of you will not understand my perspective or disagree. Hence, you must comment, so we can have a healthy discussion about this topic. Please tell me if you have different ideas. It is my passion to ponder on ideas such as these, and by commenting, you are making this possible.

Sai :]