In this immeasurable empty space, there are only three things that occupy it at this moment.
Myself, silence, and questions.
There are so many questions about life in my limited mind.
The universe, a creation of God so vast and majestic, stretches out before us.
A work of God that is infinitely vast, so complex, yet at the same time, so beautiful.
A system that cannot be fully grasped by human reason.
With all His power, God created this world with precision and wisdom beyond imagination.
Every star, every distant galaxy, every planet that spins, all have their place in the grand harmony that is beyond our understanding.
We can only admire and be in awe of His greatness.
Yet, even though we are in the midst of His magnificent creation, we still do not know the true purpose of why God created everything.
Why does this universe exist? What is the reason behind all the events that happen within it? There is no living being who holds the certain answer, except God Himself.
Humans, with their limitations, can only assume, give meaning to life and the universe based on their own understanding and comfort.
Some may think that the universe was created for human happiness.
While others may see it as a test or even something full of mystery and beyond reach.
But in the end, we all find ourselves here with the same confusion, trying to find answers that we will never fully discover.
Every day, the sun rises in the east, shining upon the Earth with its warmth, giving life to all that exists.
Then, at the same time each day, the sun sets in the west, allowing the Earth to rest.
Life continues in this never-ending cycle.
Clouds move, carrying water from distant green forests, bringing rain to barren lands, giving hope to those who have waited long.
This process is part of a natural cycle that we cannot control, but we learn to accept and follow its flow.
Yet, behind this beauty, there is also a darker side to this world.
Natural disasters come unexpectedly, storms rage and earthquakes shake the earth, destroying what has been painstakingly built.
So many people lose their homes and loved ones in an instant.
Wars and conflicts arise over time, often without clear reason, just because of differences and disagreements between people.
So many lives are destroyed by hatred and uncontrolled ambition.
What was once filled with peace and prosperity can turn into chaos in a heartbeat.
Empires that once stood proudly can sometimes collapse in an instant.
The fall of empires is a symbol of the transience of this world, that everything great and strong will eventually fall.
Yet, after the fall of an empire, new lands often emerge, bringing new hope, with new aspirations and dreams.
Such is life, nothing is eternal. Everything will end, but there will always be a chance to begin something new.
People leave in search of a new place, leaving their homeland with the hope of finding a better life.
Some return after going through many experiences, bringing with them the stories they've lived.
Yet, some are lost along the way, never to return.
They become part of history, a story that never ends.
Migration and journeying are part of human life, an inevitable search for meaning, a quest for one's place in this world.
All that is around us, all that we experience, is just part of a greater journey, a journey we can never fully understand.
In the greatness of the universe, we are but an invisible speck of dust, yet still given the chance to reflect, question, and try to find meaning in all that we face.
We cannot control nature, we cannot control destiny, but we can choose how we live within it. And perhaps, that is the only thing we can truly understand for certain.
Though, in the end, that understanding may only be created for personal comfort.
"The true meaning of life, I want to know too?"
Words full of questions left unanswered in the silence.