• branthan 144w

    I've been questioning my atheism lately. Maybe, mid-twenties can do that to you. Trying to find a purpose, a greater meaning, has always been the core of human evolution. All those memories and instincts buried deep inside our DNA, resurfaces sometimes. It's strange, even after all the logical reasoning and possibilities, how we find comfort in some prehistoric bunch of lies. We always had a thing for stories, right?

    Our universe is 13.7 billion years old, from the big bang to this exact moment. One way to see it is the fact that the universe took 13.7 billion years to mold you into this existence. Or another way is, you're here now and you won't be here after a few more years.

    You wake up
    You eat
    You go to work
    You talk to some strangers about your life
    Then you work again
    You go back home
    You eat
    You sleep

    Maybe you'll fall in love, maybe fall out of love. get married to some stranger and die.

    I feel like we are ghosts chained to these mundane laws, and that is why people try so hard to find a damn meaning to this sadistic life.

    More people you talk to, the lonelier it gets. It gets harder to keep up with their stories. All of the favorite colors, songs, things that make them happy, or sad even the deep dark secrets they chose to tell you at two in the morning.
    About six years back, someone told me about how infinities are tiny little things that you often fail to see. It never made any sense to me at that time. But In this ever-changing world where you feel the urge to keep up with every damn thing, I guess it's making much more sense.

    A friend of mine told me how she doesn't miss the part of herself that felt the need to explain herself to everyone. The need to say sorry when you don't text back or the need to explain why you left.
    Maybe it's all part of growing up
    Maybe it's the bad economy and politics putting pressure over your head
    Maybe it's alright when you leave people behind. After all, this messed up growing up bullshit, I think the relationships that always stay are the ones that you find in the early stage of life. Everyone else is just random strangers with an interesting story. That's the thing about stories, they end in full stops (most of the times).

    this numbness that you feel
    at two in the morning,
    is the collective insomnia of
    everyone that looks for answers
    at the strangest times.

    as the clock makes another sound,
    you're one step closer to an uncertainty.
    we search through the endless thoughts,
    for a definite answer to kill the pain,
    but it finds abode in the weakening heart.

    of all the why's and the what's we
    couldn't figure out, I wonder how
    some colored pills found the right way
    to happiness

    perhaps, we've become some ghosts
    chained to the mundane ways,
    getting rusted, decaying like the
    opaque buildings that we live in.

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