It's sort of pleasing to comprehend that despite being vaguely insignificant we try so hard to be remembered. The mere urge to leave a trace after we turn into dust has always been the silver lining in our cloudy existence. We know that we are going to fade into the dusk of realities nevertheless we still try. That's the beauty of it entirely because we all know that the world has been a slave of memories and we do know to roll the dices of our faith to be included.
So if life was to put into discrete cases, it's the futile moments that we will fill in. And I guess it's humane to treat them as time machine of our ordinary lives.
Thus, if life ever drains us into a point of no return we can always open the cases of our 7-8 years old self who paints dreams for this current self of ours. Perhaps, that would be our way of looking for the light at the end of the tunnel.
-Pahi.
