Her thoughts surrounding her as she looked out the foggy window of the quiet, almost empty bus, she sat with her earphones in, listening to some heavy metal band's songs that she's recently found. She knew there was still a long way, but didn't mind. Watching a particular raindrop reaching the bottom of the bus window, she began to wonder when it all turned out this way. When did things take a 180° turn ? Was it always like this? Did she just not notice because of the pink cloud her childhood built up around her? Her thoughts drift off so far nowadays, that she doesn't realise the fact that she isn't looking for the solution anymore. She doesn't bother thinking about how or why things are the way they are. She's got to that "when". Quite an unanswerable question. Probably the most unanswerable one of them all so far. Progress? Yes. Good or bad way? Probably neither...
What's left is history. Of the old times. Reliving everything that ever brought even the least significant amount of joy into our grey, rigid days. The obvious truth is, things were fragile all the way. It might've been just a slight crack at first. Just a hairline thickness fracture on the surface of the iceberg, later revealing the entire glacier in pieces, with thoughts being the ship destroying it. It was always destined to hit the ice. To hit you. In the end, it all depends on you. Do you take the shape of water and accept your fate, or do you sink with it?
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Paradox
RandomWas it always there? Did you think too much into it? Now, looking back, valuing it more would've been the only thing you could do.
