One of those days

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’?