Somehow I have always missed the trees for the forest. Never paid attention to the smaller things composing the big picture, and that’s when even the big picture gets screwed up. It’s the subtleties of life that perhaps are the most important...the passion…the enthusiasm to do everything which everyone else does…but in a dead way. So many dead faces surrounding you and when you spot one, just one, you want to cling to it, never let it go, seek undying eternal passion from it.
In pursuit to be different, you have made yourself an alien, looked at the world as if standing on the moon, sneering at common people. Considered yourself the greatest individual despite doing nothing different from a commoner...just because you refused to mentally kowtow to the fundamental, immanent principles of the world. But are you? Escapism is never the route to reality. It’s about enjoying the fruits of life fully, to live life as it is meant to be lived, and as millions of others are doing it. Trust me, it’s not about seeking happiness in every dying second of life…it’s about filling that second with passion and making it live again.
Devote yourself. Meditate. Introspect and retrospect and make yourself better. Make yourself common. You are a part of the dead society but don’t make yourself dead, ever. Learn new art. Seek knowledge. Remember you are going to be old one day. It’s a verity. How do you want to look at the gone decades of your life? Confused creature, running away from every happiness and commonality seeking higher truth but never realizing how low this high lies. Or do you want to live, love, forgive, share, learn, teach and be some one’s ideal, fulfill every dream however small it is…however common it is?
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