It had been a perennial mystery for me who dictates the duration of one’s life.
Why do some people die young (by natural or other causes), and some people almost live theirs to the fullest – to the point where their bodies can no longer endure the ravages of extreme old age?
Are these all by chance? Or, for religious-centric people, are these just part of a phase we all undergo in the ‘grand scheme’ of things that nobody will ever comprehend?
Some people will never even see the light of day – babies who will die while still in their mothers’ wombs. In contrast, some people will even beg to end their lives – to escape the misery life brought upon them.
Who controls our fate? Some say that we create our own destinies. But is the human mind too intelligent or too complex enough to be able to control the events that govern one’s fate?
Is life simply an illusion? Do we create all the events of daily living in our brains and interpret them to be the manifestations of our so-called ‘existence’?
Simply thinking about all these things makes me feel very tired. I guess sleep is the closest answer…I can get out of these musings.