Have I said everything I need to say? Have I written all that I am meant to write? What if the creativity is gone? If life is the same cycle of nothingness, do only the rules I have spoken of apply? If there’s nothing new under the sun, does that mean there is nothing I write that you have not heard of or will hear from someone else? What keeps me going if it’s really the end?

Dear reader, I have read enough to draw a blank on life. But there is one consistent truth: the only thing that makes life special is if you think it is. Aside from your personal conviction, sooner or later, you will notice that life is just a cycle of problems. Rotating around your resolve each time and thoroughly enjoying it means feigning ignorance of this fact, facing every challenge like a new horizon rather than the identical twin of the last challenge.

I know this sounds hopeless, but you and I must understand. Not that it calls for your spiral downward to mundanity, but rather a wake-up call to the only inevitable: death. This is why I ask: if the outcome is the same for everyone, do we run out of things to tell each other? What makes being alive now and a hundred years ago different? Was it not the same unique and collective struggle that birthed development? Where, then, is the true end?

But there is no end; so long as a child is born every day, the cycle has no end. What makes it worth going through is that there will never be anyone like you. No one will ever have your story, physique, or experience. Out of the billions, your life is uniquely unfolding; the same goes for everyone else. Because of this, there will never be an end to creativity.

We all work to fulfill our needs and live comfortably; what makes it unique is how each of us does it. This art of survival drives the creativity that pushes out the normalcy of living. Have you noticed how you reach a goal and move on to the next? It’s because if there’s nothing to fill life with, no one to do it with, no mountains to climb, or tears to cry, there is nothing but empty space.

Have I told you everything I need to? No, I don’t think so. It’s like asking if you have taken all the baths you need for your lifetime. Even if you are at the peak of comfort, your job here is only done once you breathe your last. There might be days when you think there’s nothing left to do, but it’s just a facade.

It is an unfolding, not just a race. Every day has enough of its own struggles, even if it’s waiting for the next thing. There will always be something that fills your life; that’s why you’re here. Because you cannot predict what will happen tomorrow, don’t say it’s over because there’s nothing to do today. All the books have not been written yet, songs have not been sung, and ideas that will change the world are not yet exhausted. Yes, it is the same cycle of struggles but a lifetime of possibilities in every minute lived.

What will your route look like? It is not what is at the end. It’s how we get to the end. Note that no path will beat yours. You have already defied the odds by being here; that is everything you need to write your story. By all means, take cues from others, but it’s still up to you to fill your life with only the struggles you want. It’s never over; every day, you get to start again.

Song of the week – Next thing you know – Jordan Davis. Have a good week❤️