Humans have always sought to find truth and though that truth (itself) varies by person, it may never be found as a solid and indefinite “truth”. Some look through religion, calling upon some God or gods to free them from the imperfect world; while others have followed a path toward skepticism for a precise answer. And though these individuals exist to devote their lives toward what they think will bring about truth, they may never know the answer to quench the thirst that binds them to that passion. Yet, how can we truly know when we have found that “truth”? Or is “truth” so incredibly farfetched that it is impossible for anyone to grasp a fuller picture? Are we damned to always face a fragmented reality where we’ll never be able to “know” what it is we are aiming for in the universe? Is this entire reality we exist in a farce? Is the lense I see through a reflection of a separate reality where others cannot see what I’ve experienced or are the others surrounding me a fragment of my imagination and this all remain a dream? Am I so incredibly translucent where the reality I experience is only wasted on countless effort to maintain form? Am I just some cheap scrap of something bigger that’s experiencing some imaginary discrepancy where the cycling world fears my very being, and leaves me be for better purpose? Is the ideologies, , thoughts, views… etc. just an illusion to something hidden behind some mask that I haven’t gained a hint at what or who is there? What “truth” did I find back then, did it give the answers that I so crave now?
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Seekers: The Indefinate Truth
General FictionIt's been a while and I'll be back for a bit. Im currently rewriting Seekers, hence the title. I hope you'll enjoy the newer version to Seekers!
