Do You Really Exist

Do you really exist?

Where can I find an answer?… Who can define you?… Why is everyone telling me you’re not real and how am I suppose to believe you, if I am exhausted hunting for the right answer defining you.

Merriam Webster define you as an endless time, infinite and fathomless, so you are a time without an end but people give different meaning of you. You are not love yet you are having numerous definition.

What is your real purpose here on earth if human cannot achieve you? Since, humans are like vapor which happens to appear for a little time and then disappear, a wave in the ocean and a flower that quickly fading.

Philosophers define you as metaphor, a word for one thing that is used to refer to another thing in order to show or suggest that they are similar; ergo you are just phantasm of people who are slave of passion because they use you to express their exaggerated thought in words. You are a metaphor for a kind of affection that last for lifetime, since there is nothing permanent in this world considering everything is temporary.

I am afraid you’re just an illusion of men, created by their limitless imagination to measure how one man love his better half. I ask many people about you, some says you really exist not in reality but deep beneath in their heart. Other says you do not exist because those who believe in you are delusional considering everything vanishes in the midst of air. Who will I believe?

How am I supposed to believe you, if every human die and you are an endless time infinite and everlasting? Half of my life I dedicate to make people believe you, but now I doubt myself if you really subsist here or you are just an imagination my mind created to escape from the noxious truth.

I think at this point I need to stop convincing myself you’re real, It is enough I once become a hopeless romantic believing you, but my heart tell me otherwise, it every beat saying I should pursue you that there is an answer in my greatest question.

So I stand up following every pulsating beat of my heart, every step of my feet I cherished because, I know any moment I will reveal, uncover and unveil you, I feel the rush of adrenaline soothing all the nerves I have, I can’t wait so I run as fast as I could to find you, but my pace become slower and slower when I thought I am going to a church, seriously you are here, I always put this place last in my list but all this time the answer is here.

At last I am in the front door