The unreal never is...

Cutting through the maze, going through the notions, doing the needful, it is inevitable i will be consumed by the forward momentum of life. We are programmed to distract ourselves from the reality of our lives, which is good i guess.

 

What is life? The time elapsed between your birth and death. So your life only gets defined after you are dead. And you worry so much about your 'life'! Achieve death and then bother about your life.

 

The real never is not.

Road to destination

After numbing himself to the futility of everything he woke up one sunny morning and started slaughtering the happy passers by on the road next to his house. Sad is how it ends....sad is how it stays. For him...for you. Be sad or be dead.

 

Don't cry when he comes for you...his name is death, have you not heard of him? You know he will come for you, don't you? He will transfer you to a parallel universe, where there are no roads, just destinations. Expect him. Anytime.