Monday, July 9, 2007
My static life… (page 2)
Neither growing old nor young, static: that’s how my life can be best described. Immortality is a curse in the disguise of a blessing. Death is a humanizing experience. It has denied my invitations so far. Has death simply eluded me? Or is it waiting in unknown corners to swiftly attack me? The uncertainity of life and the fear of death no longer torment my mind. There were times when I would question my own existence. When people around me no longer took notice, I wondered if I had shed my body. Then suddenly I would thump into someone on my way to verify the travesty. These affectations were done so artistically that they remained oblivious to my innocent victims.