Enigma??? A fancy word for saying that I have no way to decide what is right for me and what isn’t. So large a word can be in one’s life….so important…so vulnerable…misguiding…disingenuous…and at the same time an aid…a crutch…a prop…for the unknown…a mean to let the unknown retain its anonymous existence. So many facets of a single word….constituting a myriad of roles…inhibiting one’s own self…shredding obscurity...in life!
Illusion, kin of its dearest anonymity, is actually the origin of its better half. We live in a world made by our desires & fancies and in doing so get entrapped in a series of doubts and qualms which when looked for harvest cater nothing but a set of endless acquisitions…which in reality don’t have an existence…and lead to the derailment of fabricated hopes....hopes that were actually just mere illusions.
Hallucinations of our desires can only serve as means to a life full of restless storms and blizzards, which actually is a state of perplexing each step towards the journey of life.
So what should be done? Should we stop giving our innate desires a form…at least in those beautiful dreams….or let me put it more appropriately ….should we stop living?
The answer blossoms in one simple avowal, “dream if you can make it a reality”, now this sounds a bit too pessimistic isn’t it? That’s life…if you want to keep out yourself from the circling of the hurricane…stay out of its circumference…else the world of enigma welcomes you with its arms wide open, but yes don’t stop living the miracle called L*I*F*E.
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