Deep shit

What are we without what makes us us? 
Small idiosyncrasies that's unique to you and me...
Smaller stupidities associated with our names.
What are we without any of the endless reasons that makes us better or worse?
And what can we possibly be, if not ourselves?
We are what we are...even though we may not know what. 
Simply here and now;
Unsure about the myth called tomorrow. 
We are breathtakingly beautiful because we aren't going to last forever 
The finale will be missed.
Cities sinking under the weight of its injustice won't happen during our lifetime,
nor will we witness the sky fall apart. 
Furthermore, God shan't perform her cameo while we're alive.
Our loss, indeed.
We're going to leave without knowing when the show actually ended.
Perhaps that's why we are awesome.
Perhaps that's why we feel different every passing moment.
Perhaps that's why nothing's going to stay the way it is...still. 
We breathe like there's no tomorrow but we're going to die. 
Someday, if not today. 
Something we know won't change, no matter what.
Fortunately. 

What is reality?

If you like karela, what does that say about you as a breathing entity? Nothing. Because karela remains bitter whether somebody likes it or not. Your reality is yours while karela maintains its share. Similarly, someone is happy at somebody else's sorrow. How much of that happiness is for real is a question worth pondering. Is anything real or is everything a figment of reality? Every second thing acts randomly, seldom allowing us a chance to execute our plans the way we prophesied. As individuals, our realities conflict but at the same time, they allow us a chance to engage and be ourselves. Or at least get a chance to find ourselves. That's how this world functions. Random acts, random results.  

     Let me digress here.

Who could have thought we'd be unable to trace a flight in 2014? When was the last time that happened? Last millennium. Shit. An ant won't bother what happened to MH370 but humans do as if it affects them. It doesn't, to be brutally frank. It's the harsh reality of family and friends of those who disappeared from the sky. Just like that. 

     For the rest of us, that just leaves a temporary bitter taste in our mouth.