Wonderments

Why is it that I am not like others? Why is that I should be like others? Are they all the same? If not, is there someone, who is like me? How is it that I am different then? Is everybody the same or is everyone different? If they are same, what is that which binds them together, yet leave me alone? And, if they are same

It’s the life that decides its fate. So, life is precious. This is the message, many of us feel, we get of our lives.

I feel, it may not be apt. Our desire to live and the utter distaste towards death, somehow, make us value Death over life.

But, I have always had respect for my existence and the love for it. I know what it takes to exist, to the apex of my knowledge.

And, some day, when time will come to honor myself and my existence, I wish to see everything that ridicules it, to be thwarted, to be laughed at.

On that fateful day, I will choose extinction, to honor existence.

I will choose to Die to value the life that I have lived, the life, I’ve always liked to live.

I am like a point. Everyone knows where I am except me as I am lost within myself. Everyone get me but I never get myself as I don’t know where/how I can get myself. Everyone knows my size my space my existence except me as I m not separated from myself so I don’t know how to measure my size or space