"In a universe that is suddenly deprived of illusions and of light, man feels a stranger. His is an irremediable exile ... This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, truly constitutes the feeling of Absurdity."
(Albert Camus, 'The Myth of Sisyphus').

 Life and I steadily grown apart, I became a stranger in the mist of my daily living.

Every morning, grief naturally arises, as I face our human condition. Absurdity and lack of hope gradually grows stronger.

 One more day that I step out of the bed, I face life and I face our human condition.

What is the meaning of being alive?

What role do we play in the universe?

We are small particles in a vast universe. We are animals walking towards evolution.

I never felt in love with life.

Life never made sense to me. In the other hand, I am always mesmerized by the beauty of nature, the purity of real acts of kindness.

 When I see a rainbow my heart sings love poems and I feel the depths of spiritual love, but still life does not make sense.

There is something really wrong with the way that we live life…

Some thoughts in a Saturday morning….