"Life, where did you go?"

Someone once told me that they cannot live this life. They told me it was painful and that they cant stand it. Something was missing. They needed life, raw and uncut, with fear and love, passion and loss.

It impacted me. I thought to myself "Is this life not whatever we make of it?"

The words they spoke seemed so tied to a single path, not realizing that every step forward could be a different one. That every step could be in any direction including going backwards. I looked at them and felt so troubled that my passion for doing things, the love for the people I cared about was not clear. I wanted nothing more than to give them a moment of awakening to show them that all roads are not equal, yet all roads are as unique as you make them.

I am not a god nor a god-sent angel, yet I can choose to do anything. So can they. Every path is mine to choose. So is theirs. Yet every moment of moving down a path is defined by one thing. Who will I share it with? Who amongst the millions of people will this path be shared? Will they realize that the path I have taken leads me to them not by coincidence but by choice? Will they understand that the moment I spent with them was special and unique? Will they believe in knowing that they can do anything, be anyone, and become something greater than I can imagine?

Do they know they can change into anything and that they can choose any path? I don’t know. But I believe. I believe that the faces of every unique person in my life are wonderful ones. As unique as I am.

Do not give up, do not lose hope. Do not give in, and do not let go.  Hold on to everything you believe in as if it is the only thing worth believing in. This is the essence of our little life.