Stemming deep from within, a desire to know what you are. Trapped within a soul, who am I?
People seem fake. Excelling at their assigned roles. Why does it all seem like a play all of a sudden?
The achievements, moments of bliss all seem to have withered away. Just like vapor on a cold windshield. When all the praises showered upon feel like flattery, none of them real.
When you look back and realize what you have achieved, only to see there is nothing. What have you been doing all these years?
Depressed? No. High? No. Then what makes you all philosophical all of a sudden? The voices around rise in chorus. The society maybe. Or my conscience.
The blog is probably dead, so are ideas. What about me? I live. Merely exist, to be precise.
Questions, questions. Wait, isn’t that what makes us different? Life. No matter how much you run away from her, she always finds a way to enchant you again. Interesting.
Wake up! You have another birth anniversary coming. Live every moment. Leave a mark. A good one. Before the next one comes up.
Happy Birthday you idiot!