The Paths of life

I feel amazed every time I think about the paths that life takes inside me and around me. I will start with my body, since it is the first thing to be seen in my eyes and in the eyes of others. What astonishes me about that marvelous figure is the fact that it is a well-knitted wide net, full of connected and twisted paths, and crowded at each and every moment of my existence. Every breeze I inhale, every drop of water I drink and every piece of food I swallow, has a path leading to my inside and outside. As for my bl

ood that consists of red and white blood cells, ask me not about the paths they follow; going from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. 

Cold and warmth have their own paths as well as sickness and health, tiredness and rest, sleep and awakening, sorrow and happiness, pain and pleasure, dissatisfaction and satisfaction, anxiety and serenity. Every idea and desire and every movement and halt, owns its own paths. Are there any other paths apart from my eyes, my ears, my hands, and my nose that can capture the outside world and engrave it deep inside my mind with it forms and colors, sounds and touches, smells and tastes? Here I am, liking some of them and disliking the rest.

If you contemplate the paths that human beings follow, you will find that all of them lead to the same target which is survival since no one takes a specific path seeking death; on the contrary, every time a human being chooses a path, he aspires for life. Haven’t you seen a spider spinning strange and bizarre webs? Every thread of this web is a path conceived by the spider to catch insects for food in order to stay alive. It never spins a web to entrap itself and die.

Mikhail Niamey -

Translated from Arabic into English by Nardine Suwaida