I am living two parallel existances; one routine life where I am trying to earn my bread and butter, live a worldly survival, and the other, where life has no meaning until my questions are answered.
To live between a life that has no meaning and a life where every moment has an aim is like having two parallel universes within myself. One does not let the other one survive, yet both exist together.
The problem with philosophy is that there are questions, but no answers. Yet we ask questions to ourselves and to others, hoping for answers, knowing, paradoxically, that answers don't exist. Yet. Just the way we keep on living, as a species, complete a lifespan and die, without really achieving anything beyond life. Yet we keep on living.. hoping for something bigger.
Yes, there is definitely a parallel between the two.
Everybody has their own key to existance, or life, or survival.
I keep alternating between the parallels because I haven't made my key. Yet.
And again here also, the hopeless hope of finding my key keeps my oscillations between the two parallels non-fatal.
3 comments:
hahahha....many of us go thru this......even i m not sure....about my keys...and worlds....anyways....nice dear......love u....
one moment...we cannot just imagine how we can be a part of the other universe. and the next moment we effortlessly slide into it without even a sigh or a a thought. makes me laugh n cry at the same time....
Nice and articulate. Know what, as a storyteller, not only do I have these two primaries, I have to sustain and believe in a whole lot of other universes. And it doesn't work unless you have some bit of you inside each one. But it's more escapist than troublesome: I AM the cuckoo who swallowed the key. Hic!
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