Thursday, February 21, 2013

wormhole


















This is just another day. Not a special day. Not a significant day. Just a day, like all other days and this day, just like all other days, will turn dark, darker, and shall keeping doing that, till it reaches its darkest hour and then, lie down, breathe its last and die. 

Days are like people in that sense.
Days are like people, also in the way, that they don't always make sense.
And some days, are like some people that never do.

The comforting factor, even in a setting as hopeless as this, is, that days are like people, in the sense, that they will turn dark, darker, and shall keeping doing that till they reach their darkest hour and then, lie down, breathe their last and die. 

But how does any of this matter? 
It does not.

This is just another day, like all other days.
The only difference, this day; today, grows from nothing else matters and ends up as nothing else matters with a vestigial crudely attached, like a last minute thought; you. You don't matter. 

In your case, you and in my case, me.

A realization so sad, so deplorable, so debilitating that it is almost relieving. 
A sense of freedom, the feel of fresh air in deflated lungs.

The truth. The only truth. The only residue that remains, at the end of this rainbow,  which is time - nothing matters.

And with this unburdening knowledge come opportunities, second chance, a second life.

You can stop being a hamster in the wheel, the mouse in a place of worship, the worm under a bully's foot, the cockroach in the dumps, the red rose in a pathetic ornate flower vase.

You can stop being murderous rage and overbearing patience and undying love, you can stop being a fissure, an ugly mouldy tumour of need, want, desire, love, lust, indifference, jealousy, comfort, misery, decadence, obedience, light, dark, wisdom, ignorance.

You can stop being everything that you are, today, this day.
You can stop being everything that you could not be, till this day, today.
You can start afresh, at the point of origin, from the beginning, from the bite of the apple, from a non-existing god's bosom and a man's rib, a man I pray, never did exist.

You can start from a dot, the one from which all sentences originate. 
The dot that gets extended into a line, and that line into a circle.

You can start from the encouraging, motivating, 
soothing rhetorical question, soothing in a way only a rhetorical question can be 
(for you do not need to give, find, think of an answer)

"does anything matter? 


You can start with that today.
But today, is just another day. 
Not a special day. 
Not a significant day. 
Just a day, like all other days.

 In your case, you and in my case, me.

Whoever.

It does not matter.