Friday, January 26, 2007

The Black Cat

You know they tell us everyone is unique. I've been thinking alot about that lately and truth is, I think that we've all been had.

Maybe, maybe deep down inside, what we have is unique. But in real life, in this treacherous crazy bonkers world (that is capable of being so beautiful at times) we call our own, none of us is unique.

It's kind of like a larger-than-life game that we're all obliged to participate in. You may not know it, you may not like it, but you're in it. And the only being who knows what the game is all about, is probably not from this world. Because the most basic rule of the game is, everyone who's here must play.

No one is indispensable. Everyone has roles to play. If you refuse, there's always someone else to take your place. And you end up playing another role. There's no escape. There's no end.

It's like that hamster that keeps running on the wheel to get to the carrot stick. As much as I dislike rodents, that's the best metaphorical image I can conjure up right now (do hamsters even eat carrots?). I wish I never lost sight of that carrot stick. Now I've to keep running after something I know I can't have.

Nightmares transcend the demarcation of the un/conscious, reincarnated as deja vu. Nobody's role is unique. I should've just concentrated on playing mine. No questions, no self-inflicting torture.

::past tense:: posted at 2:36 PM.

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