Everything is Meaningless, yet, Everything Matters

Have you ever felt so worthless? Have you ever considered killing yourself to free yourself from pain or hopelessness? When you believed that everything in your life has become meaningless, what do you feel? What do you say? Where do you go? Who do you call?

In times of crisis, your family are the ones who are reaching out to catch you, support and believe in you. But, when your family gave up on you to whom do you call?

What are the things that matter to you? Do you care about the war in Pakistan? Do you care about the poor beggars during Sundays? Do you even care about your stupid neighbor?

Everything is meaningless yet everything matters.

Do you agree?

It's all a matter of belief and disbelief. A matter of life. A matter of death.

Do you believe in a Supreme Being? Do you even believe in LOVE?

Why do we love, anyway? Is that feeling only for humans? Or animals feel the same way we feel? Do plants have a heart?

Do you believe we are spiritual and NOT material? Why do we crave for material things and treat our mother ill? Are you sick of your boyfriend? Why do you fool your girl?

What do we get from hurting others? Why do we envy? Why are humans never contented?

The sunset HORIZON is waiting for your answers. Will you be there for a date? Will you be there and watch? Will you be there and pray?

If there's a Supreme Being, what is your relationship with him?

The SUN is bright. The UNIVERSE is expanding. Flowers are growing. YOU are changing? Aren't you?


There are millions and millions of questions longing for answers. Will you ask them? Or will you answer them? Will you do both? Or will you just play life like a water lily silently growing without a care where the water brings him?

This is Zephyrity. Your Christmas morning gentle breeze. I dare ask questions. I dare answer them. Now is my time to share my questions and answers to you. Everything under the sun. And when I say everything, it's everything. Will you be there to share? Will you be there to listen? Or will you be there to argue? I need you. You are one of my questions. You are one of the answers.

I am an answer to somebody's question. Are you? I am a question to somebody's mind. Are you? Will you stay or will you go? How do you know when to say NO?

Just like what brought the biologists into studying and experimenting plants, my zephyr being brought me into classifying, organizing, reasoning and excavating minds and souls into trance-like answering to questions and sometimes being silent to finally accept that some answers are not meant to be found.

It's me, zephyrity. Signing ON for your perusal. Stay with me.