There’s Got to Be More
By Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar
If there’s another world out there, now would be a great time for it to send me a sign. A whisper, a flicker, something because this can’t be all there is. Life feels like a rerun, playing the same episode of loss and heartache over and over again. If love can just pack its bags and leave whenever it wants, and pain keeps knocking like an annoying neighbor who never takes the hint, then what’s the point?
I feel like I’m stuck in some never ending loop, a hamster wheel of existence that just keeps spinning but never actually goes anywhere. People talk about paradise, but let’s be real if it’s real, why does it seem like an exclusive club with no invitations? This place? It’s exhausting. Feels more like some kind of cosmic waiting room, where everyone’s just passing time, pretending they’re fine while secretly wondering if they’ll ever actually be fine.
And my own thoughts? They’re like uninvited guests at a party I never wanted to throw. They barge in, take up space, and refuse to leave. Intrusive, relentless, always reminding me of things I’d rather forget. I was told that finding peace would be simple just meditate, breathe, let go. But whoever advertised Nirvana as a one-size-fits-all escape clearly forgot to include the fine print. Because, let me tell you, it’s not that easy.
And then there’s karma. If it’s real, I’ve got questions. Because from where I’m standing, it seems to have its priorities all mixed up. The kind-hearted keep getting walked over, while the selfish thrive. The good die young, and the ones who manipulate their way through life? They seem to have all the luck. If playing fair doesn’t come with a reward, why even bother? No, seriously why? Because I’ve given, I’ve tried, I’ve done my best, and yet here I am, still waiting for some cosmic payout that may never come.
This world this chaotic, upside-down world has a way of making even the strongest lose their grip. It’s enough to make a person lose their mind, or at the very least, their patience. And yet, deep down, I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something here worth holding onto. That maybe, just maybe, there’s a reason for all of this, even if I can’t see it yet.
I keep telling myself I’ll be better somewhere else, that things will make sense in another life, another place. But what if the answer isn’t in running? What if it’s in breaking the cycle breaking the patterns, breaking the fear, breaking out of this belief that happiness is always somewhere else? Maybe freedom isn’t about escaping. Maybe it’s about seeing what’s right in front of me in a new way.
Because if life is a battlefield, then I refuse to go down without a fight. And if my heart is meant to be full, then I won’t let it stay empty. I may not have all the answers, but one thing I do know? I’m not done searching. I can’t be. Because there’s got to be more. There is more. And I’m going to find it.
Hold on. Your journey is not in vain. The Creator sees you, hears you, and walks with you even in the silence. Keep your faith alive, for miracles and blessings unfold in ways beyond our understanding. The storm may rage, but it cannot drown the light within you. Do not let the weight of the world crush the spirit that was divinely placed inside you. Strength is not the absence of struggle but the choice to rise despite it. Trust that every trial has a purpose, every setback holds wisdom, and every moment of endurance shapes you into something greater. No matter how hard it gets, don’t give up your breakthrough is closer than you think.
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