Life, when segregated has compartments that are either empty or full, maybe some of them still have some space, but mostly they are either empty or full.
The question is how and why? Compartmentalization is something not everyone can achieve. But it is a feat if achieved can lead to a happy and peaceful lifestyle.
Today, at the brink of subjecting myself to the rath of eternity, I ask, where did I go wrong? What did I do to deserve this? What was that point of no return that I passed without even noticing the warnings for my own Doomsday.
Life is like a thought, sometimes it moves so fast that it passes like one and sometimes it lingers like the other. The constant regression of one’s self will certainly lead to a state of nothing.
The panoramic outlook of life lived and the static chatter of the wrong-doing is all that remains before you to either sort or let go.
But how to do that. When a constant reminder of how wrong you have been and how unprodutive you have lived your life, is right there before you, it’s hard to let go and restart.
When wrong, bad, illogical, unjust and liar are the titles that match your being. It’s high time to rethink and illustrate what you are.
When on the verge of wiping what you believe in, rethink and reimagine, did you think of a life like this? Did you think of the stigma that might present itself on every turn and signal?
Would you want to live a life like this? A life that presents itself as walking on fire and walking towards a life where you grasp for every breath and you cry for every bit. A life where you are stigmatized yet alive.