This post has been written by a person who wishes to play hide and seek with us.
You, you, you experience things and… they change you, it
takes you into a new horrendous place; the place is somewhere beyond death and
life, in that place you see your entire life in front of you… it forms images,
plays a film in the somewhat closed theatre of our mind; the film consists of
all the things that in one moment or the other in our life, did pierce us with
the feeling of regret, even though it might have been a tiny sparkle but it
shows us the picture of our life; the closed spaces we never visit, now, why
I’m writing this is a totally different story and that’s one hell of a story…
the instance of your life when you realize that very second when you’re trapped
inside that place, a place where humans don’t fancy to visit regularly, it
might be the end of it, the end of your existence… it all adds up to something,
an unfinished equation that you might leave for someone, a puzzle you’d gift to
your loved one to solve; the assumptions humans make and talk about during
their life fail to come to a definite conclusion because the puzzle is
unsolved, it is always unsolved, something has not been done yet, they’ve not
served their purpose of life; we aren’t a satisfied race, we boast about our
bravery but our mind rules us and it penetrates our imagination with fear, the
most unruly, mortifying and unfaithful of all fears is the fear of death… death
doesn’t end our life, it makes us disappear from the face of this unsatisfying
planet, it removes our identity from this jealous and self centered race of
living beings; the fear of death haunts us with the memories of every
unfinished relationship we’ve had in our life and forms a cluster of emotions
banging our head, it gives us reality checks; the most important and the most
dangerous thing when you, you, you are stuck at a place like this is hope, yes
hope is a good thing, the very best of things but hope is a beast that feeds on
fear, the fear of death… they are twins, and are meant to live and breathe
together; this place changes your life in a way nothing ever would, the nothing
used here can be assumed to be an action of the highest intensity or an act of
guilt of the lowest ground a human’s character can touch, and we can go down
pretty low… this place is a good place to visit, it gives you a new life;
initially it’d kill you but eventually you’ll learn to live with it and then
you’d take it as a new beginning, that’s the purpose of that place, the place
where you feel the certainty of death; fear is an act of dying, almost
everything in the world is an act of dying, and we all wait for our moment, the
moment when we’d find our pathway to start an act that’d eventually lead us to
dying, because living is about dying –in a way, only…
