October: Early Mornings' Thoughts

A conversation between two people (who used to know each other):

a: So, what do you do now? What’s your thing?

b: I write.

a: What do you write?

b: Nothing of significance, nothing that would change lives.

a: Not even yours?

b: Not even mine.

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On life

Isn’t it crazy? How we simply meet new people and move on? How all things eventually end, and it becomes constantly fading memories, growing paler and a paler by each new sunrise?

Thank God we forget, life would be unbearable if we remembered everything. We only remember somethings and it is painful enough to last us a lifetime of suffering. If we remembered it all we might just bury ourselves alive.

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Today, I woke up with a hurried mess of feelings running through me. My heart ached when I opened my eyes and saw the light of life, again.

I am perfectly fine, but from time to time, this uneasiness, it dawns on me. So I distract myself from life with life, what an existence this is, always running from one thing to another, small stops of belonging, and then we run again. We never sit still.

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On walking home alone

The distance seems shorter when you look up, there's always something to look at, strangers passing you by, untold tales. Life is hard when you let it be hard, a broken record of happenings, nothing really surprises you anymore, you just got to put up with it a bit more. It is not forever, it will soon pass, like all things do. One more thought tries to sneak in, but you see the front door, you walk faster, and voilà! Just like that, you are home.