Have you ever felt like you were living on borrowed time? Got up in the morning to a cool, icy, winter sun and felt that you weren’t alive? That everything in this world is too surreal. That you are nothing but a mere spec of dust floating in the glow of the sun. Whirling and twirling, Being inhaled and exhaled by the world and it’s inhabitants. Or have you ever felt even smaller than that? Just one single atom. So miniscule that no one can truly define you beyond the others that surround.
Have you ever felt like you are part of the uniformity of society? That you have no specialty or individual purpose. You just exist. Wandering through, looking for that elusive moment when you discover what life is really about. Only to have your little bit of hope for the world, destroyed by the world.
It’s almost as if life is a game, but the only catch is you can’t win. It’s a battle of will and power. The strong tearing the weak apart. Limb by limb. The strong taking rule of this mighty kingdom. While the weak quietly pick up the pieces of a shattered society. Always watching. Always knowing.
The strong, however may have the power, the courage but the weak are always whirling and twirling. Observing and learning about the truth of life.
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I was reading some interesting facts about human body.. and one was about the molecular spacing between our human body allows us to form the body that we are.. however, if for some god knows reason, that your molecular spacing collapses, your whole body will collapse to 1/500th of a centimeter. So yeah, you are right about being miniscule and tiny…but anyway I digress.
Truth to be told, for a long time, I felt that way… like my life was without a purpose. I feel less that way now, but I still don’t know about my purpose in life either. So I try to do something…anything.. like learning Spanish.. I think I will be happy if I can roll that Rs.