A mesmash of thoughts

You give yourself away like you are a machine till your innocence bleeds out. After which, you look in the mirror and all you see is a shrivelled prune, not the fairy tale you had imagined, not the love that resonates for ages to come. This is a consequence of a crowd follower, a person scared of loneliness, decisions, futility that is, sadly, inevitable. Loving oneself never seemed so tough till i met your kind. Death cannot be dealt with an ace. Death is just death. Your soul leaves your cacoon and you become part of the Earth you exploit. I know its tough to realise the insignificance not only of us, but of the entire human race and that it is tough to reconcile with the fact that we are just living on borrowed time, but its a truth of life. Recognition is only fleeting, for attention never lingers indefinitely. The only truth you can give yourself is to be yourself. Consequences are a certainty that slaps us in the face for we are the sum of our actions.. You want to be loved, but you do not love yourself. You want to be free but you trap yourself. Humans, borned with intellect and self-awareness, are still confounded by their own stupidity and actions. Well, I can only look upon you dearly as I know you are just bamboozling your way in your life. I wouldn't have it any other way. After all, who is to say significance is bore by one and not the other. We are all mere mortals of flesh and any presumed certainty is uncertain in an uncertain world. Keeping factors constant and certain is but a way to deceive self and others.

#Personalblog #2008