You cannot help but think about your wants when you have
to make choices. I had to make one today and since I am always on the fence, not being sure about my wants in life so far.. made things worse.
And then it happened......
In the process of self interrogation a disturbing question made its appearance. Like an unwanted brush stroke on a painting thats getting ugly already.
With the contingency of being mentally distressed I finally asked myself..is it that I never experienced that magic in life that makes one want something badly? Something that speaks to you and tells you a story by the end of which you are only left craving for more?
A story that you wish is told forever. A story that never ends.
I asked myself "Was the story ever told to me or am I a bad listener?"
The thought that I might be residing in a world of addicts and have not tasted my drug yet was alarming.
Some time passed..and I did what any mortal(who wishes or chooses to survive for unknown reasons) would do. Console myself.
I told myself maybe there is no story.
May be there are just fairytales.
May be I should make a choice based on my reality instead of wondering about stories that I might have or might miss.
Thats when I made my choice.
I decided to write my own story.
to make choices. I had to make one today and since I am always on the fence, not being sure about my wants in life so far.. made things worse.
And then it happened......
In the process of self interrogation a disturbing question made its appearance. Like an unwanted brush stroke on a painting thats getting ugly already.
With the contingency of being mentally distressed I finally asked myself..is it that I never experienced that magic in life that makes one want something badly? Something that speaks to you and tells you a story by the end of which you are only left craving for more?
A story that you wish is told forever. A story that never ends.
I asked myself "Was the story ever told to me or am I a bad listener?"
The thought that I might be residing in a world of addicts and have not tasted my drug yet was alarming.
Some time passed..and I did what any mortal(who wishes or chooses to survive for unknown reasons) would do. Console myself.
I told myself maybe there is no story.
May be there are just fairytales.
May be I should make a choice based on my reality instead of wondering about stories that I might have or might miss.
Thats when I made my choice.
I decided to write my own story.
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