One night, give up all your futile attempts at trying to perfect the unfeasible and go out. Sit under the canvas of the stars and just lie down, count all the things you are grateful about. Close your eyes, let the air blow away all the calamities of your mind, let your senses be at their best in sheer nothingness, and the consciousness introspect on every philosophy it has ever thought about. It's lovely, isn't it?
To feel everything, to be anything. Look at the stars and let them make you wonder, the obvious, the absolute, the nothing, the everything, the infinite and the beyond. Maybe, you may just find it's all and none all the time but what's between is you, nothing and everything. Isn't it wonderful to wonder why is it all as it is, to grasp the unknowingness you posses and understand that's it! That's the start of nowhere which painted the road to somewhere. Perhaps, it isn't just a mere thought that there is nothing and everything and in between is the reality.
But then what's beyond those extremes? I don't think I know yet but there has to be or is this notion just a complex projection of what is all that's left of us now, a madness which craves to know because it might just be scared of the cacophony which it brought upon it's own be the start of a fire which may kill them or become the a possession which leads to the ultimate...
So deep,Saanvi. Great going.
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