The wall in the air

Chaos Fable 001

For some people, this big enough world is too much of a mess. I am one of them. There was this beautiful empty space and then some people appeared and then some more and then more and by the time I was born, the earth was holding approximately 600 million people. I am glad I did not get to see most of these people, even though I am annoyed by all the people in the lane near my house, my city, my country, and the world. So do I want everyone to vanish? Of course, no. Just don’t stand in front of me without a perfectly valid reason or a fun nerdy topic with which I can hop into conversation. Many extroverts have taken this challenge and have later lost priority in their lives. Rarely will there be anyone who would willingly join a boring conversation with you. Even if they do, they will be bored at some point and probably leave. This happens to me on a regular basis, and at the end, it’s me, my coffee cup in hand, an earphone singing for me and a busy road filled with crowds in a con-sequenced motion. Many extroverts have taken this challenge and have later lost priority in their lives. Rarely will there be anyone who would willingly join a boring conversation with you. Even if they do, they will be bored at some point and probably leave. This happens to me on a regular basis, and at the end, it’s me, my coffee cup in hand, an earphone singing for me, and a busy road filled with crowds in a con-sequenced motion.

I like walking. Every step reveals a little bit of the path ahead. There are sometimes trees enjoying the breeze. I mostly don’t get to enjoy the noise of the leaves as I am busy listening to my earphones singing. The trees still talk, even if I am ignorant. They usually convey some message. The message is mostly some stories, but in some instances, I have received inspiration. Yes, and the inspirations do work, but I don’t.

Some people are like clouds. When they disappear, It’s a brighter day!

I don’t know who wrote this, but my type of cloud is different. So on a bright sunny day, if I am walking, same people, same playlist, same crowd with different faces, I expect this cloud on the top of my head. For all its peculiarity, I found it endearing. It was my conversation starter. Whom do I talk to? Well, myself. This cloud would just hold up all my conversations just as a volatile memory does on a computer. It just stays and keeps watching all my thoughts.

You can’t pause to think on this swift moving world.

You know, when the whole world lies to you, Saying you are great when you don’t know what is great. If the world is a stage, it’s usually a quiet place with no one around. No other performers. No audience No one. Nothing. It’s you. Your soul. It is just you two and yes, God would be watching you as a teacher who remains silent during the test. So who are all these people in the world when only my soul, me, and God matter? Maybe I am being selfish. The audience seems to me to be an illusion. You don’t have any supporting artists, you made that up. There was no audience to perform for. Maybe you just assumed everyone was looking at you. Every chapter is always new, but I refuse to change my mind. Simple thoughts Great Dreams An eternal life. God and me.

I am back to earth! No crash Landing.