The universality of my choice,
A-make-believe reality called life.
My memories never cease to amaze me, of how they swarm in at the moments I expect them the least. Unexpected guests they are, but they start concurring your thoughts you hardly mind their invisible presence. A plaything of the sub conscious, the devil’s desire, the stub of all evolution; mental.
The back face – doppelganger, an alter ego, in its purest form. This alter ego, as it is, I wonder at times if its there for a reason,
It makes me realize my drive, reinforces that point, that promise I made to myself. It reinstates that freedom that I have now, always existed in the school books. A something is should strive for, even though I understood it long back. It makes me realize that my reason is more important than the I. but ultimately when I stare at the blackness of the night sky, devoid of all those once glittering stars, I see nothing but nothing.
Feeling an existential crisis,
I always believed there is something about nothing. Otherwise why should we feel so calm when we look at nothing? Why do we fear nothing, if there really wasn’t anything? Isn’t it strange that we urge to merge into the nothingness, to let go this mundane, materialistic dream. May be an interview with this brand name Nothing can clear something.
To think about nothing – how difficult is it?
My memories – this nothing. Sometimes it evolves into a mere egoistic dot in this certain timeline that I think I exist. Sometimes it makes a something of the nothingness in me. It can achieve something. It teaches me to pretend. Beyond all aspects it tells me not to be me. Nothing has something in it. But is the reverse true? Can something metamorphose into nothing? It tells me to do this exact thing. To keep your emotions to yourself.