“Dawn and dusk could have been twins. However, the only difference is, what they transform into.
Perhaps, it’s all pertinent to transformation.
Or how fearlessly you face your fears.
I feel, letting go isn’t an individual activity, it’s rather a prize you receive when you eventually decide to move on.
Moving is the choice, letting go is the effect.
It’s ironic and embarrassing how we cling to petty parts of the very story.
While we keep forgetting the entire story, numberless times.
Moments, phases, timelines.
Aren’t these just small and large proportions of time?
Time, the most valuable entity.
Present, the only reality.
We rush, and get no where.
Funny it is, how we are superior, powerful and everything. Yet, not enough.
What else can we control more than our lunch menu or dinner dress?
It’s funnier how it all goes according to it’s time and we, inside of our minds are confronting bloodshed battles.
Giving up and giving in each day.
Living and dying each day.
Some make heart breaks their scars, others break more hearts to heal their scars.
Which approach is justified, which isn’t?
Who terms the night and days, who decides?
If we all are bestowed with similar flesh and bones, who makes us different? Or who provides us with this urge of being different or maybe at least special.
We all wish to be precious, respectively.
We all know our utopian desires clashing with real, bitter world each day.
Weekends are just days like Mondays and Tuesdays, they are just spelled differently and hence, lived differently.
You see, we created a pattern to get rid of the pattern itself.
We created a parallel normalcy to jump out of normalcy itself.
Achievement? Or complexity?
Depth or lack of knowledge?
This entire journey from a single particle, to a physical form to finally, fossils.
This, we call it life.”