Had we have a little more courage, would we leave this cage in search of meaning? Would we cast all things we've known and every knowledge we've learnt away? Would we be ready to be fools again? Would we leave our past behind and pass our future by? Would we shed our skin and discard anything empirical except this thought?
We have come this far and maybe we will go futher. Though I am so tired of coping, I'm still trying to make peace. But do you realize it is like a sleep-walking? When we wake up, we see that it is everyone else's step that we've been following. Illusionary passions, a highway towards desirable futility.
Now on this land we're sowing, and if we carry on, we will reap the fruits soon. What if I don't want it? I can't be content and I'm far from fine. No hope can calm me down. Under the watch of the sun, I'm a fugitive of my own mind. Aren't you too?
No, we've got no place to flee. This is earth and we're just dust in the wind. We're in every breath they catch, and they're in ours. We share the same sorrow. Alas, I'm not as strong as you, I still can't comply. I tell you, I'm very consistent about this. But worry not about me, for I'm on my way to reconcile every beat of my heart with the echo of reality. For a half part of me is also questioning: what if the thing we call meaning is also imaginary?