CLOT

Seldom do we wake up late at night from sleep. It might usually stem out of a worry, a fear, a reservation, a secret, an anxiety, a dilemma, a problem, an obstruction, a memory, an illness, or probably a fight. 

Sometimes though, we find our eyes following tiny lights and sounds in the room. Here we aren't worried. We're inquisitive. We want answers to questions beyond the scope of our understanding. Like, what if one day we wake up and everything disappears? The guy tailoring our multi-dimensional worlds suddenly leaves a strand running and all just falls apart. What if then he just stops caring and starts inventing a new universe with more, enhanced planets and life? 

What if our world's dilapidation is a step towards its extinction? What if our world is already dead and we are put in this cheap simulation? Go on, ask these questions. But don't expect straight answers.

Will we ever find aliens? Or mermaids? Or Red Rakham's treasure? 

Are we even looking in the right direction?

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When we see ourselves staring into the blankness, we are setting up a canvas for tomorrow. We get vibrant colours of hope, slender brushes of talent and a palette of ideas. We try and make a picture that befits our future and run our lives accordingly.

Instead, what we ought to do is to look at the future as a cloud, that keeps changing shapes, plans and directions. This will keep us going further and higher.

When the body is still but the eyes keep wandering, it is possible to travel back and ahead in time. Just blink your eyes in prime numbers and get ready for an epic adventure. However, this takes time to master. An easier way is to count sheeps. 

The eyes watch, the mouth speaks, the nose smells, the ears hear and the old man with Alzheimer's, he mutters and grumbles. But we must always cherish the form we have been given. Imagine the one who made us, had no reference for his creations. We, still do bad Photoshop.

Sometimes, we wake up with an idea. An idea that presents itself as a new representative model that will go and alter the course of evolution, reproduction and eradication. It's an idea made of gut.

The entire night we hone our idea. Come daylight, and this melts in our brain to form a messy yet admirable pattern, spreading over parts of the brain that employ courage and confidence. We scrape the remains and still carry with us, a flimsy clichéd argument. When we finally reach the state of consciousness and self-awareness, the pattern we see additionally ruptures fragments of faith and passion as well. It may as well or may as not, eliminate humour. 

At some point, this will leave us all misguided, derailed, confused, harassed, embarrassed and angry. 

But don't worry, we have ADD.

How do herbs turn a regular human thought into concentric circles of enchantment and enlightenment?

Why are all deadly creatures super in some way? A bat, a spider and a wolf make it as heroes. A penguin, a lizard and a toad become foes.

Why are we allowed to cut down trees and mountains? Why doesn't their size or experience scare us? 

Why are we the most intelligent? What is the point of this write-up?

Sometimes when we sit up from sleep late at night, it isn't actually us waking up. It is our dream, accidentally arriving into the real world due to overthinking. But memories and imagination has no place here, the dream realises quite soon. Real life our dream understands, can be compared to an intense shooting game with heavy machine guns, vulgar language, mean opponents and the maximum difficulty setting. 

A game, we're not prepared for. 

In a future, that's not our ally. 

With a mind, waiting to waver.

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I sit up late at night, playing my life slowly on this blank wall in front. There is a superhero looking straight at me. And he's just the one I want to see. 

It's a bird, yes a bird, not a plane. A flightless bird...

It's...