Do I have a choice?
Emotions bring meaning to us. It makes us believe that we really are human. In my case, I proved I am normal. Being normal doesn't mean I know my inner self.
For more than 2 months now, I have been waiting for something to happen on this miserable life. "I must be condemned", as I would put it. I stare at something distant without even looking at something specific. People pass and go on through with their routines around this house and I am here writing this--whatever this is.
People around me tend to be drawing farther from my inner circle. I find myself blankly staring at grand sceneries. Imagining what life would be if time turned backwards. Wondering if people would still walk upright.
Didn't you even wonder how that would be?
We have been born to believe that reality supersedes fantasies as the norm. While this may be true for most of us, there are others who still believe in supernatural beings. Is God a reality or a packet of our imagination? Can science prove that atheists have been right all along?
On the moment of writing this, plenty of similar questions showing uncertainties are being asked. A mob gathers to worship their deities while on the other side of town another group of people are proving them wrong.
Who will win in the end?
Who are to be called insane?
The ones who believe in what they see or the ones who just want to believe?
These are questions yet to be answered. There is no absolute answer to any question. Another question leads to another.
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