☀️2:00 pm☀️
It has been 40 minutes since I've started my journey. Yet, my mind is fogging my voyage with the myriad of thoughts. Overpowering my decisions. Making me regret, the decision of running away from my house. From my problems like a coward rather than facing them. But how could I just stand in one place, full of thorns? Those prickly thorns hurting my feet and making them bleed.
Luckily, I got the window seat. The one opposite to me is still empty. As I look outside the window, at the lush green meadows filled with sweat-dripping peasants, it makes me wonder of how massive this world is.
While we're stuck in this competitive world, these fellows are totally unaware to the scandalous lives of modern cities.
Everyone around us is pushing and tripping others to move ahead. To win the race. Whereas, the only thing, these farmers push are those ploughs and their cattles. With immense hope and dedication on their faces.
As I kept looking at them, I realised that we're already so stuck in the whirlpool of fakery and competition, that the only way to get yourself out of it, is to swim unflaggingly.
I wonder if everything was like Ancient era right now. Would we still have been stuck in this labyrinth? Would we still have been so selfish and deceiving? Would we still have been avoiding our problems like a weakling? But the one question which always prevails in my mind is would we still have been running away from reality? If we were unaware of these diabolical issues, would we achieve nirvana for the rest of our lives?
Why is it that I feel like sometimes oblivion is better than awareness?
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Traingers
Short StoryTrainger /'treɪn(d)ʒə/ noun a person whom one does not know but comes to know due to a train journey. Myra Andrews. A 19-year old frustrated student. Your image of a flawless girl. But how can she stay quiet when she realises that life is much more...
