Sunday 6 January 2013

Flow


Every morning starts with the same two questions.

Who am I and what the hell am I doing here?

I'm in a strange place, filled with strange things, surrounded by strangers, carrying out strange rituals and I don’t even know the why.

I had been sleeping. I had been in deep slumber for a very long time. One day I was roughly shaken awake and was thrust into this place with no techniques of adaptation to aid me. I guess that’s why the two questions keep rising. Who am I and what the hell am I doing here.

I find everyone around to be busy. As if they have some purpose. I guess it must feel good.

I live in a world founded purely on faith. And yet many propound the existence of logic. I don’t understand how that’s even possible when the superiority of faith is axiomatic.

I find it strange that people celebrate birthdays. After all  each birthday is nothing but another step on the journey towards a definite end. Why would someone want to celebrate that?

I feel better when I go on-line  Internet is the world where I can pretend to be everything I'm not. And that’s the beauty of it. I'm guessing everyone would feel secure when they are on-line. After all, you don’t have to look people in the eyes while you give out blatant lies.

I don’t even know why I'm writing this. Thinking logically, if I post something as mundane, commonplace and disconnected as this, nobody is going to read it for sure. But yet, faith drives me to write this and post the same in my blog and Facebook profile (Which, at this rate I should consider deleting given the profuseness of lunacy, self pity and pretension I’ve poured over it.)

A Happy New Year to y’all I guess

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