Random Thoughts

To You, Who Has Been Sad Before

Dear You,

There's a strange comfort to wondering, don't you think?

Maybe you're here, reading this, because you decided to blindly click on something written by a nobody. Maybe you know me in real life, but whatever the reason is, I'm glad you're here. Sometimes we just find ourselves in dark places.

Have you ever thought about life? It's strange, isn't it? Do you ever feel like life is just... moments? No hidden meaning or purpose, just a supernova of random pieces that don't even fit together. But maybe that is what life is supposed to be about. A series of random and unfortunate events. A big struggle that no one cares about and no one acknowledges.

If you're still here, I wonder what you're looking for. And maybe, you're wondering that too. Why are you still reading this useless piece of work? What did you expect from a person like me? Life's unexpected like that - there are never answers, just more and more questions.

Maybe you're a little bit like me. You doesn't always have the right answers, you feel lost sometimes in the in-between spaces. And maybe that's okay. I think sometimes, the people who feel lost are the ones who see the world as it actually is. Because they're the ones who don't take things for granted, who know that life isn't just black and white, but all these shades in between, the shades of grey. Oh, and of course the colours invisible to the human eye.

Adults, teachers and other 'important' people older than us, tell us that life is supposed to be about something. They train us marketing, finance, coding, maybe even some chess. They're filing your entire life in a cabinet, sticking cheap labels on everything you touch or experience. They're constantly organising your mind, instantly cleaning out anything that seems out of the ordinary. You think they want the best for you, but if they really did, they would allow you to do things you actually like to do.

So... maybe life isn't supposed to be in a cabinet. Maybe it's supposed to spill out, a spectrum of rainbow, a swirl of stardust. But no one will probably ever know, if we keep on living in the societies we live in today.

Maybe you'll finish reading this letter feeling the exact way you did when you first started reading it, or maybe you'll acknowledge its existence, it's something small that you can tuck away and come back to when the world doesn't hear your voice. Either way, I'm happy for you. You're out there, wondering and being you, exactly as you are.

So here's to you. Here's to the seekers, the wanderers or the quiet one who probably daydreams too much. Here's to the little moments in life, the ones we tend to forget far too easily; thank you for being here, for reading this far, wherever 'here' might be. I don't have all the answers. I'm not sure anyone does.

In the end, maybe someone, or something will learn all the answers to the universe. But until then, all we're going to do is to keep breathing, keep living, keep moving forward.

And we're still here. We're real. We're enough.

So for now, just being here with me is more than enough.

Yours Sincerely,

Ambrosia.