Life’s not meant to make sense all the time.
Sometimes we don’t make sense and life has no sense and nothing makes sense.
It’s a topsy turvy world. An hourglass kind of place, today you are high up the contentment scale and tomorrow, rock bottom.
I won’t tell you that you can do it and you’ll be fine and you should pick up the fallen senses and build a six story mansion in the sky because then I’ll just be like a con-artist motivational speaker.
I’ll tell you that in my years on earth (which might seem not that much) I figured that you are entitled to your plenty ‘life is not making sense periods’.
It’s not necessarily teenage years or mid-life crises, everything in between counts and should not be downplayed.
If life makes sense 24/7/4/12 then I doubt life will even be any fun or interesting. I mean you’ve figured everything out, move on to the next level.
There’s a reason why we need God , there’s a reason why we need to confide and seek His guidance, if everything is spelt out then I hardly think we will.
The figuring out part, the contemplation on direction, the part where you are trying to reconcile who you really are, who you thought you were and who you’d like to be , the confusing part (who should I be with, what’s best for me), the unraveling part, the puzzle-solving part of life is actually 80% of it and eventually it gives life meaning and keeps you on your toes and growing.
So life doesn’t make sense? Yup, mine too most times is jumbled up but las las, we go dey alright.