Staring at the computer screen for hours in a day...
Yet when I sit to write,
No words come.

"Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary sand of dead habit..."

-Tagore

Where...?

"Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show."
-David Copperfield

The story has progressed to a point of no return. When we started out, we had dreams of making it on our own, a vision that couldn’t be compromised. Today…well today, we live in a world of lies and more, trying to salvage a part of us that existed in the bleary past. What have we become?
Automatons going through the daily grind without fail. Automatons chasing that future which by now has morphed into something we don’t recognize. Do we even need it now…a future I mean? The present is elusive enough anyway.
The spirit is dead, the body weary but the mind goes on. It seeks what we know not but we unwittingly play accomplice to keep the remainder alive. The daily motions, each a struggle for survival, each an exercise in mediocrity, each taking me further from myself-inch by inch we are swallowed by the gaping world , the great leveler of us all.
DO WE EXIST AS INDIVIDUALS? Or are we just one of them….passing through this world like many have before us and still do…
I DO.