I often feel like I don’t belong here. I feel so disconnected from everyone, everything. My perspective on everything feels so alien. I’m oddly always conscious of how strange everything in the world is. The things people do, the way they do them, the reasons why they do them… If the world and everyone in it was a ticking clock, the beat of my ticking would be slightly mismatched to it.

So lately I’ve been thinking again about purpose, fate, destiny, and the whole point of human existence. How could we be at the same time the most creative yet destructive creatures on this planet?
I like to sit in the metro and close my eyes sometimes, feel my inertia shifting, hearing the sounds alla round me.. and I start wondering why I’m not dead yet, why I am where I am in this world, how much of it has been determined by choice, or by coincidence. I could have been anyone else, so why was this conscience placed in this body?

The realities that are hidden from us, what we learn from the past is usually only the story told from the victor’s point of view. If the entire truth about history was made available to us, would we be reading a completely different history book? Would we be disappointed? Amazed? In awe?... Ashamed? 2 years ago