Now

    Gandhi once said: "Whatever you do in life will be insignificant, but it's very important that you do it because nobody else will." It's like when someone comes into your life. A part of you says "stay away", but the other part deep inside says "make them yours forever."     I am struggling with the "forever" part.     Today, there is currently seven billion, seven hundred and twenty-two million, five hundred and forty-seven thousand, one hundred and ninety-two people alive.     We had to start from somewhere. I'm not saying that there is a God, because I'm not sure if there is. But the concept is that this one-single was able to envision and cultivate a world of land and wholesome creatures, known as people and animals. That this being can obtain the ability to carry an entire world in the palms of its own hands, testing the balances of life.     This world was created. From the sky to us. This fiery Earth was planned and formulated to be a world like this. A world of mishap. A world of affliction and misery. A world of peace and joy. A world of hate and resentment. But also, a world of love.     In a nutshell, people believe that God created this world. He outlined the sky, cultivated the sea and land. He furnished us with brightness from the sun for our most illustrious days. But he bestowed us with darkness from the moon for our most clouded days as well. He effortlessly established beating hearts and resilient life that would be rooted down into the ground, in just seven days.     There are so many things you can do in just seven minutes to seven hours. But in just seven days a world was created.     How long does it take for one to be completely shattered?