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Is life a journey with or without a destination?



Yes. Life is a journey. Where it leads, no one knows for certain. Some call it heaven, some call it rebirth, some believe it simply ends. For me, the final destination isn't what preoccupies me anymore. What matters most is the stretch of road I’m on right now.


People often ask, “Do you walk through life without a destination?”

To that, I say: we may not have chosen the road, but the walk is still ours. Rather than fixating on where I might end up, I ask myself gentler, more grounding questions: “Where am I standing at this very moment?”


“What am I carrying with me?”

“And how can I make this stretch of the journey meaningful, even beautiful?” We all arrive in this world without a roadmap. None of us chose our birthplace, our family, our gender, our faith or the lack of it. We didn’t vote to be born Muslim or non-Muslim, rich or poor, man or woman.


We simply found ourselves here, wide-eyed in a vast universe that never promised us clarity. And yet, here we are. So rather than endlessly asking, “Why am I here?” I prefer to affirm: “I am here. I exist. And while I do, let me live well.” I know one day, this journey will end. My physical body will return to the earth, breaking down and nourishing other life.


That part doesn’t frighten me. It’s the natural order of things. I leave the logistics — the ashes, the nameplates, the memories to the living. What matters is this part this now. This breath. This choice. This small impact I might have, even if no one sees it.


I believe in doing what’s right in the present. Not because it guarantees reward, but because the present is all we truly hold. And today’s choices ripple into tomorrow, into others, into the world. Life is not about chasing the destination. It’s about walking the path with awareness.


Sometimes with joy, sometimes with grief, but always with the courage to keep going one step, one act, one truth at a time. So I walk. Not toward a promised land, but toward deeper understanding. Of myself. Of others. Of what it means to be human.


And in that journey, I find purpose enough.




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