You know, sometimes a thought comes to you... and you start writing... but midway, you
realise that this thing isn't going anywhere... You realise that the only way
this thing can end is if you force-fit a contrived thought... An end that
exists only for the heck of it… But what already exists, seems so good that you
don’t feel like hitting the backspace... and there is just no reason left to
hit Enter.
One of those days...
What if
there is no shortcut to success?
What if
there is no secret to happiness?
What if
there is no right that would redeem all the wrongs?
What if
there is no singular moment to define our lives?
What if
there is no closure?
What if there
is no rebirth or afterlife?
What if
there is no happy ending?
What if
there is no ending?
What if
life is a David Fincher movie with an O’Henry-esque twist?
What if we
are the Brad Pitts of some Edward Norton’s imagination?
What if
some day someone wakes up and we cease to ‘exist’?
