Fast Forward

What is there left to be written? And is there anything that have not been thought of? The brain is wired in such a complexity that people still cannnot comprehend its immense capability. That's why we are not able to- we are not using its full potential. Everything is a mixture. Not merely the human thought process, but every occurrence in this universe.

Exhaustion. Timeless. The dilemmas. All those 'if's and 'why's, all those unanswered questions coming back to you, because they have never disappeared. Because you do not want to erase them. What would you be there left with? Do we really 'own' our lives? Do we have any possession over them? Do they come in the form of gifts or tests? If so, how do you know when you pass them and when you don't? Draw a line. Now look at it. A snapshot. Fast forward.

You wonder and you wonder, and does it even matter? What is the overall significance of anything that happens? Is there a mental white board with a top three of the most prominant things or people in our lives? My life. How do you know what is right and what is wrong? Choose the odd word out. I can't. I don't.

Trial and error. Because we are good at it? And it hurts to be this good. Does normal equals mediocre? Do you want to be normal? How do you even know what does it feel? Describe the experience. Maybe Aristotle was wiser than all of us. He knew. He understood. More than you will ever do. Maybe, maybe. I don't want maybes. Skip. Repeat. Please? Here comes the pride, catching up with the doubts.
They are having a brunch date. In myself.
Past and present waltzing. The future is the audience. Saluting. Laughing.