Life's fiery colours, man's shattered dreams...
Only when life throws us into such a jolt that we can feel that we really have been moving. The psychedelic colors of life almost blinds us to the things us to the things that surrounds us. Nonetheless, it also gives us that much needed spice that keeps life interesting enough for us to endure its rigors.
In the broken lines of our shattered lives lies the probation of the cores of our beings. We cannot survive this world a whole person without having undergone a serious transformation from our basic beings. We are not born as we are today nor are we going to die as what we are today.
Our survival does not solely depend on our ability to feed ourselves but on how we face the travails that this life may bring upon us. It is the art that we have to learn - that we have to master our destinies. There are things that can control but there will always be things that we can NEVER control. We may not be able to change the fates that awaits us but we can always control the courses of our lives and our reactions towards those things that life may bring upon us.
Our humanity depends entirely upon our responses to these stimuli that surrounds us. It makes us the persons that we are today. As Soren Kierkegaard once said, what we have done before can no longer be undone today but we can always learn from them and make the next time better. With this, we will be able to learn to find ourselves amidst the turmoils of humanity. Life is what you make it, the fiery colors and the shattered dreams are what made us what we are today. It will also shape our futures and if these does not learn us then we have lived our lives for naught.