ethan

You wake up to your fate in pain, eyes burning in a veil of tears, in disbelief.

As you get old you start pondering on the meaning of words like purpose, or love, or fate, or free will, and they haunt you with their reverberating nature, they turn up the dial on your mind until your hair hurts, they tilt your compass.

How do you plan a life that’s dealt in days which have no connection with each other? He lived for a day, and when the day ended, so did his current self. He lived for a day, that was it, but oh so many times!

I sit inside my silence, not even awake, maybe, waiting patiently for the cocoon to open, not eager, not afraid. I wait.

Who are you, vital statistic made of personal identification numbers, evaluations and degrees, and defined by its body mass index, driving record, and employment history?