As Part Of An Experiment The Author Decides To Post His Last Thoughts For The Day Before He Dreams
I feel detached. I feel I am not of this world. I do not share the same camaraderie of my fellow men. All my life, I cannot remember now if it was my fault or just people’s reaction towards me that I feel the world is nothing but a hologram.
Even in love I feel as though everything is fabricated. The bonds we share seem so artificial. Sometimes I wonder why human beings evolved into the predominant species only to find themselves intertwined with jealousy, hatred and unnecessary religions. We could have been so much more but no we choose the question that which our feeble minds cannot fathom.
Even now I feel the deepest desire to write proper all my thoughts knowing full well that I might lose the capacity to think about my own existence in the future. What then? What becomes of my existence? Can I even contemplate my very own existence or gods or heavens or hells? Or could I just allow myself to believe that there are heavens in the sky and angels and all my dead ancestors waiting to welcome me.
Why is there a deep soul piercing desire to unlock the mystery of life? And why is there a temptation among all men to live like kings and women as Queens. I seriously do not know why the world has come to be and why we all have die like dogs.
I do not even know why I am writing my thoughts. Maybe if I told you the truth you might understand. I just can’t believe that I am alive and am a creature capable of thinking about the future.
frozenfa
sounds like alot of thing is going through your mind, ganz.. hope you’ll find the answers or peace soon~
Ganz replied
I’m fine.
I just wrote down what i was thinking before i slept