There are times when a simple thought leads us to the greatest of discoveries. I have never known that horizon where the quest seems to take a firm shape. There is no action. There is just no action. It feels like there are several shackles that bind me to the stasis of life. Sometimes, the best time is when I am alone. It is the best time in which I miss, I ponder and I winnow out the distractions from the attractions. Its truly a unique feeling to be the only one who knows you. It is the time of life where everyone I know is running towards some nebulous future. The ones who seem to have reached there look like heroes to me. The greatest question to plague my mind is that of identity. It's a secret I want to find. It's so intrinsic that I need to be blind. Blind to the rush around me, to be at the head of this rush which inundates the world, and then I wont be in a rush at all. Incongruities of consciousness. The existential dilemma. I'll stay.
