NietzschesOptimism
as I observe the sky from my room's small window
the world is overlayed with lines that can barely be seen
except if you focus with your eyes on a certain point
these small lines
are drops of water
the rain
that cleanses my soul
I would stare at the plate in front of me, it was empty, except for that little celery stick staring at me
I look at it with apprehension and fear... and I would feel my fingers tremble and fear flowing through my body as my fingers extend to grab it
When did I get so insecure to the extent that I cannot eat anything anymore?
This whole world… can it be a cycle of events just circling round and round again?
Could my existence be a loophole of events and mishaps, happy and sad moments that just wait to be reincarnated again?
Could my existence be the repetition of someone else’s story? Is my existence merely a pre-set course that begins where it ends, without any way to set yourself free and liberate your mind?
No. I will break this cycle and take my own path in this world, a staircase up into the sky where my dreams are, and I will keep on climbing this never-ending staircase that will not take me back to the square one where I started from.
But every end signals a new beginning… This is the cycle of life. I guess that life, as a whole entity, is round after all, made up of the small linear segments that everyone builds in this world… and wherever someone’s story ends, a new story begins. But each person, on their own, does not work hard and then return to square one endlessly, and does not go in an endless cycle.