Letters from war.

I have my life figured out, I bet you do too. Surely, human beings are structured to dream, aspire, make goals and plan! Well, at least that’s what I think…though I’m not sure. I hear that there is a #YOLO anthem going around *smh*. Personally, I think that this YOLO nonsense is a way for losers to justify themselves. I’m sorry. I’m entitled to my views, yes? Freedom of expression etc. etc. Anyway, this post is for people, like me, who have their futures ‘figured out’. Or so we think. The future is uncertain. Right? For all I know, I might drop dead the minute I publish this post. God’s timing,yes? But then again, I might be alive till 2060 and if so, I want a pretty ring on my finger and my cute baby crawling around by 2020.

And on top of that, financial security and peace of mind ‘cause after all, what is the purpose of life if there is no peace?

The problem is, just like a woman seated on her porch waiting anxiously for the postman to arrive with more letters from her son serving in a near-ending war, I might just rip open an envelope and find news that are sure to shatter my heart in a thousand pieces. All that work she put into making her son into a man, the memories they shared…Our destinies are not in our own hands. At one time we will have to close our eyes and ask God to grant us the serenity to accept that which we cannot change.