An piercing noise with exhausting contour gets my resting eyes vigil. Clicking of my index finger on a switch sweeps away the darkness, but the silence is persistent. An stubborn silence stable with its firm stature bounces back one result : Interminable.
I looked at the watch, it is 2 a.m. Strange and unknown fear perhaps it was has saturated my heart. I sought the cause, no contemplation happened to be competent enough to yield it. Perhaps it was just a random humanly feeling but it wasn’t adequately persuasive.
Many things in life are not justified, including life itself. The birth of a child to a whining school boy, a terrific youth to a grown responsible man then a father, grandfather, and finally once upon a time. “An infinitive cycle it is and we all are aiding to its consistency” is there any justification to life other than this? Like many “once upon a times” honestly aided this cycle and we “present” are taking our part with another honesty and futures are not equipped to be dishonest to this phenomenon. Are we programmed? Is death a wake up call from a long dream? Too overwhelming to think about, too profound and vague. More profound more vague. I, as a present, am taught to embrace the competition against anyone else to achieve more materials, physical means of comfort, name, fame or glory. “I run and run, be persistent on my run, be more vigor until I’m done” then become the past. Then it transcends to existing “presents”. What is it all for? Justification? I don’t have any. What’s the purpose of our existence.
We don’t seem to quite pay our mind to, but every second passes by, we’re closer to the “wake up call“. This cant be argued and is certainly not quite elating to accept. Then, how come things we achieve consuming those seconds, or minutes or hours are the good news? As it, in another and perhaps less visible hand, is ramming us closer to our exit.
(Collection of few words from the depth of the thoughts while enjoying the symphony of solitude)
Sunday, January 18, 2009
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