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Life is strange. The most certain thing in life is death, yet death is also the most uncertain part of life. We wake up every morning making plans, setting goals, dreaming about what we’ll become, even though not a single one of us knows what will happen tomorrow. There is something incredibly unconventional about human beings; without knowing the future, we still build our entire lives around it as if everything we imagine will unfold exactly the way we want.

Maybe that’s what makes us human.

Maybe that’s what keeps us alive.

Hope.

Hope is the quiet engine behind every step we take. Without it, there is nothing to look forward to. A life without hope becomes an empty space where nothing grows. Yet hope itself is a paradox — we use it to chase things that might not even matter at the end of the day. Money, status, position, reputation… these are human inventions, temporary checkpoints we obsess over. They feel important because society tells us they are, but deep down, we know they are fragile accomplishments built on a foundation of nothingness.

We are a species desperate to understand who we are and where we come from. We want purpose. We want meaning. We want a reason to justify our existence in this giant cosmic accident.

So we keep asking the same timeless questions:

What is the purpose of all this?

Why does anything exist?

Who designed this?

Is anyone watching us?

Is God real?

And if God is not real, what fills that void?

These questions echo in every generation, and yet, the answers remain a mystery. It’s almost funny — we live our whole lives chasing achievements, chasing validation, chasing dreams that eventually disappear when we’re gone. One day we will die, and after some time, nobody will remember us. And yet, every day we behave as if our legacy will last forever.

Human existence is both tragic and beautiful.

We all know we are doomed, and still we love, laugh, cry, build, dream, create, and hope. We forget the bigger questions because we are busy surviving the smaller ones. We fight for careers, relationships, opinions, and belongings that won’t follow us when we leave this world. We get trapped in the bubble of survival, a bubble we rarely question because questioning it hurts.

But here is the truth:

No one escapes this bubble.

Yet some people wake up inside it.

Most of humanity lives unconsciously. They follow routines, obey expectations, and run after goals that society places in front of them. But a few — a very few — step back and see the entire structure for what it is. They realize that life is temporary, unpredictable, and often absurd. They understand that meaning is not something the universe gives to us; meaning is something we create.

Life may not come with a built-in purpose, but we can carve out our own.

Meaning comes from:

how we treat people

how we love

how we think

how we contribute

how deeply we feel

how honestly we live

how awake we remain while walking through this short existence

We may go extinct like dinosaurs.

We may vanish someday without a trace.

But the point is not to be remembered forever.

The point is to live consciously while you’re here.

To feel everything.

To question everything.

To grow beyond illusions.

To love without fear.

To live with clarity, integrity, and depth.

Maybe no one will remember us after we’re gone.

But while we are here, we can choose to live in a way that feels true.

And that alone is enough.

Maybe we are not supposed to escape the bubble.

Maybe we are supposed to understand it.

And once we understand it, we finally start living the life we were meant to live — a life rooted in awareness, not performance; in meaning, not illusion; in hope, not fear.

This is where real life begins.