The urges grow, fiery need to be accepted into the society, that is, but a tape playing over and over again. It’s as if everything had to be this, and any external thought shall be a disregard. Humans have evolved through the dynamics printed unto, the fabric of this society as it found new pieces of knowledge. Everything looks harmonious if it’s about following the already set standards by the society.
But just as we try to define how something is to be done, or how an ant moves, there is a bigger variable in question. Is any of it even real?
The questions perplex the already occupied and the melancholic state of things, and the majorly absent vibe from other humans is what makes it worse. A leopard would see things so differently compared to us and in the stance—that is the only reality for the leopard or any other species in general. We form the alternative reality for them, in which the role that is to be played is that of only a minor character.
And in their reality of things, we may not even exist depending on the geographical location we are in. Yet we still lie here, flying with the so called notion of ‘superiority’ vested unto us. For the mind to absorb everything that is not real, one has to have a slightly impatient attitude towards life.
For breathing and merry is just a temporary attraction, but the laws of abstraction is as definitive as the Milky Way. One is which, a different set of laws govern the planets and all other physical attributes. Now that our reality is so different from theirs, why do we ardently stick to the idea of this ‘superficial attire’ with us?
Maybe it’s the conditional variable, one which directs us to be an ‘easy song’ to the everyday life, rather than be a defining lyrics in the most compelling fashion. Everything would have been explored, but the self that is bound to be an unreal thing out of nothing.
Humans perceive reality so differently that many do not even care, or ask of the fabrics to listen. For all that is known, the pain that always feels so real, but never is. The mind which wants to, circuiting it to the entire body like it were the only thing it was designed to undertake.
There is so much chaos that is entirety, we lose even if we feel like we are winning. It’s the game, one that has been playing with us for a long time—whose parameters don’t conform to our understanding. And everything around us—the luxurious sofa, pitiless butterflies, enigmatic sex scene and the colored bedroom, all but a lie in its purest state.
The only reality that is pertinent, is the mind that is not even real. We have been made into believing things that aren’t even going to make sense if the circumstances were different. Imagine colonizing Mars, and seeing the shift in the ‘needs’ and ‘wants’ attributes now.
