Well, I think we all do. I sometimes reach the point where I just stop, stare and wonder what life really is about. I sometimes even think that we’re just pawn pieces in a big world of chess. Sometimes I question everything that’s been happening around me. I don’t know. When I lie on my bed every night, I always have this thought that we’re just machines, advanced machines. We’re programmed to think like this, to live, to struggle, to keep on going on, and to never stop dreaming about the future and what life could offer more. And for those people who stop and give up, something might have happened to their “wires” so they just suddenly shut down. Some may not survive but some may because they have someone to help them fix the problem. Weird, right?
I don’t know. I just think like this sometimes. I feel that whenever I’m in this state, my soul leaves my physical body and explores around. Sometimes I feel like daydreaming, eyes wide open but not really being there. And then, poof! I just come back to reality every time.
But is this reality really is “the” reality?
Well, I may be thinking too much. Overthinking may really kill me one day. That’s for sure. So don’t be surprised when that really happened. Maybe that’s when I finally found a way to the real one.
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They fly, they transform
They strike in every way possible
They die, oh no they don't
They live in dust, in pain, and in our soul
-men.
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