Spring is in the air 🌼🥀

These flowers, these buds, these passing winds, and the season of spring—sometimes, a person is left stunned by nature’s beauty. And then these thoughts make you think, think about so many things. But mostly, just life.

Just a few days ago, I was reading a post by soulsdetour: We are so fragile... Commenting on it felt almost pointless, like showing a stone to a diamond or a teeny tiny lamp to the sun... In short I was short of words! She touched on so many profound thoughts, but what stood out the most to me—what really resonated—was the unpredictability of life. Isn't it fascinating? Life is so fragile, and this soul of ours is so delicate—it could all end in an instant. It makes you wonder: what is the purpose of all this? Why do we even exist? What would have happened if, especially I, had never come into being? The complexities of life seem endless. The poet, with remarkable eloquence, sums it up in a way that captures the essence of it all:

Daboya mujh ko hone ne na hota mey to kya hota

ڈبویا مجھ کو ہونے نے نہ ہوتا میں تو کیا ہوتا

It was my existence that drowned me,
Had I not existed, what would have happened? (Translation)

I’ve had this thought since childhood. I often wonder, if I hadn’t existed, if this particular DNA combination didn’t exist, would I still somehow be here? What is my existence? The mysteries of life never cease to perplex me.

Sometimes, when someone suddenly leaves this world, I’m left in awe of the futility of life. On one side, a person is caught up in small, complicated issues all day long—what did they say, what did they do? This shouldn’t have happened. Workplace shenanigans. A thousand different issues. And when something ends, it feels like it’s gone in a single moment...

_{This little guy was dug deep inside}

Again, the poet says it so beautifully:

"Aagaah apni maut sey koi bashar nai
Saman so baras ka hai Pall ki khabar nai" (Roman Urdu)

آگاہ اپنی موت سے کوئی بشر نہیں
سامان سو برس کا ہے پل کی خبر نہیں

No mortal is aware of their own death,
The provisions are for a hundred years, but there's no certainty of the next moment.(Translation)

Understanding this—or even understanding a fraction of it—is beyond my grasp... Why? How?

I once read that people who go to the International Space Station, their perspective on life changes. They see this blue planet from afar. Color, race, religion—all differences vanish. For them, there are only two entities: space (the void) and earth. That’s it. No continents, no countries, no nationalities...

I wonder how long it takes for them to return to the matters of life when they come back to Earth. How long does it take for them to understand that someone bullied their daughter or son in class, hurt them or that their child is struggling in school? Or that their wife’s best friend has ignored them and made a new friend? Or that their colleague doesn't think highly of them? Does their perception of life, their view on existence, change? Or does the world, this Earth, this planet, once again take its hold on them?

Life is full of unanswered questions—mysteries we may never fully understand. We search for meaning in the everyday moments, yet it’s the unpredictability that truly defines our existence. Maybe that’s what keeps us moving forward...

I know, it might sound a bit mundane, but here’s all of me, unfiltered. If this boring unusual post doesn’t capture your interest, perhaps you found solace in the beauty of my flowers—especially the roses, blooming so beautifully, or watching the honey bees collect nectar from marigolds—these tiny creatures have me pondering: How do they know exactly where their ancestors once established their colonies? The same tree, the exact same spot... it’s almost as if some greater force is guiding it all.

Think about it. Sometimes the seemingly ordinary holds the most extraordinary secrets...