Most of us reflect on our bygone days and recollect fond memories of a glorious past.
Our present is tepid and uneventful. Due to the current circumstances we live in. Ofcourse.
And most of us dream about what a glorious future we will have.
But what if our past is not really as glorious as we think it to be?
What if it truly ever was just a collection of random morbid days with just a ripple here, a ripple there, that too initiated by pebbles of other lands?
What if our future is not as glorious as we assume it to be?
What if all we achieve is a mediocre lifestyle with a closet full of unachieved dreams?
So if our present isn't dazzlingly spectacular, aren't we basically being self-castrated eunuchs floating on a dull landscape of time?
The nurse could have punctured our carotids right at birth and it wouldn't make a penny's difference to this world.
We are the unacceptable lot.
We would actually be saving Mother Earth some resources.
Who among us agrees that some of us should take the higher road momentarily and puncture our own carotids?
Had to look up carotids. Aapki dimaaghi haalat ka kuch karna padega. Iskcon anyone?
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