What Next?

I have plans, and goals I want to achieve 

I wake up, pray, and start my day, ticking and crossing out task off my daily list, sometimes my mind list.

I work as hard as I can,

As fast as I can I navigate through life ordeals 

While frustration seems to hover around me 

And anger seems to cloud my judgement, I push forward cause I need to know what next lies ahead in front of me.

That’s what must Humans Hope for right?

Even when our world comes crashing down right in front of our faces.

We strongly believe that there will be a calm after a storm ⛈️ 

We think and meditate on what next !

What if what next do Not exist?

What if “what next” is like a Ferris wheel 🎡 that goes round and round, and as high as it could go just to come down like it has never been that high? 

What if “what next” is just another loop ➰ in this endless ride?

What if it's just a mirage, a trick of the mind?

I've seen dreams shatter like glass, the pieces too sharp to touch.

I've felt hope slip through my fingers no matter how tightly I clenched.

I’ve watched loved ones fade away, their presence now a haunting memory.

I’ve stood at the edge of my own resolve, looking down at the abyss of despair.😞 

We carry on, don’t we ❓

Why would carry on?

I might know why as much as you do…

It is because we Believe in the next 

sunrise, the next smile, the next breath.

But what if this hope is a chain, binding us to an illusion?

What if our dreams are just shadows on the walls of a cave?

What if the ladder we climb is leaning against nothingness?

I’ve known the bitter taste of failure, the sting of regret.

I’ve seen joy turn to sorrow in the blink of an eye.

Life is a relentless tide, pulling us under, pushing us to our limits.

Yet we rise, gasping for air, searching for a shore we’re not sure exists.

In the end, what if “what next” is just a question with no answer?

What if it’s the ghost we chase, never to be caught, always out of reach?

And so, I wonder, as I lie awake at night, my heart heavy, my mind restless,

If what next is the thread holding my life together,

A force that helps me withstand gravity,

Even if it is a question I can’t answer 

I find myself being grateful 

Because what is life without purpose 

What is life without “What next?”

SF🧸