Where do we all live?
Who are we?
To what do we belong?
We are the tangled emotions and unfinished thoughts. We are wanderers of this great mystery of mind. We are the creators of the universe in which we are stuck. We are nothing but one soul in a billion bodies. We are the creators of God, the writers of mythologies, the course correctors.
We are always unaware. Our mind is never where we are. Its either dwelling in past or flying into future. Somebody from us creates the music that none want to hear. We are lights in a starry sky. We are waves in a vast ocean. We are all part of a game. Or rather the game is now a part of us. We are meats with the misfortune of slow decay. We are a lot many things.
We are free, but are in chains because we are afraid of what fruits the freedom may bear. We are the killers of our own fortune, the biggest obstacle between us and victory. We are perishable but we live as if we are eternal. Or, we are eternal but we live like we are perishable. We are a big confusion. We are the creators' bad dream. We are the by products, maybe.
But we did fine, you and I?
Who are we?
To what do we belong?
We are the tangled emotions and unfinished thoughts. We are wanderers of this great mystery of mind. We are the creators of the universe in which we are stuck. We are nothing but one soul in a billion bodies. We are the creators of God, the writers of mythologies, the course correctors.
We are always unaware. Our mind is never where we are. Its either dwelling in past or flying into future. Somebody from us creates the music that none want to hear. We are lights in a starry sky. We are waves in a vast ocean. We are all part of a game. Or rather the game is now a part of us. We are meats with the misfortune of slow decay. We are a lot many things.
We are free, but are in chains because we are afraid of what fruits the freedom may bear. We are the killers of our own fortune, the biggest obstacle between us and victory. We are perishable but we live as if we are eternal. Or, we are eternal but we live like we are perishable. We are a big confusion. We are the creators' bad dream. We are the by products, maybe.
But we did fine, you and I?
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