Vita Nostra Sugit (Our Life Sucks)

    April 2023 will conclude in less than two weeks. 


    How are you doing? I'm not sure what you're going through right now, but I'm hoping that life will be kinder to you.


    You might be wondering why our title is different right now. Let me begin by telling you a story. We have been learning several Latin concepts at school for the past few months that are related to the church and the life of Jesus Christ. Vita means "life," Nostra means "our," and Sugit means "sucks." But how did I end up penning an article about "Vita Nostra Sugit"? 



    For the past month, a buddy of mine has simply vanished. There is no message, no update, no reason, nothing, and the phone is not available. I have no further connection with this individual other than through that account, yet no matter what I do, the phone or account never rings again as it used to.

    And, to be honest, I can't stop thinking about what happened to my friend. I haven't stopped thinking about that friend for more than a month. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't try to call that phone again, hoping that someone would answer it up and I'll hear my friend's voice again. 

    Update?



    Unfortunately, much while I want to tell you and myself that there is an update, I can't since there isn't. I'm simply sitting here wondering about life and how my pal is doing. 

    I want to see the positive side of this circumstance, but I just can't. Like, our life sucks, and as much as I try not to think negatively about this sudden communication, you can't blame me: who the heck wants to go through this type of pain? It's similar to Rose's reaction on Titanic when she remarked, "No one believes in me, and they thought Jack only existed in my memory." 

    Our life sucks in every aspect. As much as we want to be happy, life throws more shits at us. I've recognized that every piece I write isn't about how I overcome life, it's not about me looking at the lighter side of life, it's simply me detailing how life screws me up. I didn't conquer the shits that came into my life; I just learnt to live with them. 

    It was this crushing sensation that led to me wanting to terminate my life and thinking that life would be better if I simply disappeared. 



    But why am I still here writing if I'm exhausted and stifled in this situation? I've already harmed myself several times, and as a result, I have a scar on my skull, markings on my neck, and scratches on other regions of my body. "I don't want to be defeated by other people, especially by myself, because it will just show how weak I am if that happens; if I am defeated, it will only happen if it is God's will" I told myself. 



   Life is a game that is looking for the one who will be the winner. People who not only overcome obstacles but also learnt to play and live with them. 

    We may encounter events that we may not anticipate, such as my friend's unexpected disappearance with nothing. But I or we can't do anything about it now since it's already occurred and we can't alter it. We have no control over such things, but we do have power over ourselves. If we incorporate excellent things that benefit ourselves and our society, we may be able to enhance not only the structure of our living but also the system of our existence. 




   Let me leave you with a question that I just heard from someone else: do you live to exist or exist to live?



God will always bless us! God's plan is better than our plan.























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