Life can be rough. Well, maybe “rough” isn’t quite the word, but let’s roll with it.
Or maybe, the word we’re looking for is ineffable—something too vast, too intricate, too woven with paradoxes to be summed up in a single term. Life is beyond just “rough” or “smooth,” beyond “good” or “bad.” It simply is—a boundless unfolding of moments, choices, and consequences, none of which can ever truly be predicted.
It’s strange, isn’t it? The infinite possibilities of existence, and yet each person is bound to a single path. Every second that passes erases the versions of you that could have been—the ones that took a different turn, spoke different words, chose the other door. The weight of what isn’t is just as real as what is.
But in that limitation, there is also clarity. The paradox of possession and lack is that those with nothing have everything to gain, while those with everything live in fear of loss. The less you hold, the freer you are to move. Wealth, power, status—they build walls as much as they open doors. A person with nothing has only possibility ahead of them, while a person with everything risks being trapped in the maintenance of their own fortune.
We are ruled by what we own—money, objects, even emotions. The more we cling, the more we are bound. The fewer attachments we have, the more boundless life becomes.
So maybe life isn’t just rough—it’s immeasurable, limitless in scope yet finite in experience. It’s both suffocating and liberating, cruel and beautiful. And in that contradiction, we find meaning.
What do you think?