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How is this my life? When did it become so, I’m not sure, but as I look around my room, I see someone I am, but not someone I truly understand. I feel like I’ve flipped through a book and ended up on a certain page, that I now vacantly, sheepishly call my present. When did this become now? When did now, stop being then, before, and after? When did my existence succumb to this conclusion? How lost do I have to feel, before I feel found, how much has to occur, before I categorise it, into my memory, into who I am, into who I will be, and become. This life is the most confusing thing I’ll ever come across, and I’m fine not knowing the answers to my perpetual questions, although questioning may be the closest thing to a conclusion I have in my sight and reach. Why now? Why is it now, I am present and not before? When did it all come to this moment, and how did it occur? I wonder. I guess acceptance is key, I accept my surroundings, my feelings, and myself in this temporary, redundant existence I manage to concur is my life. My life is as mine as it is anyones stumbling across this moment, it’s not only mine; therein lays its confusion. Would it be mine, if it wasn’t? Would it be me, if I were you? Would you understand, if you had not before? Is it all an illusion we swallow harshly with a glass of water, and a bite to eat? Is it all perception, and is perception as manipulated as it is real? Is being me, the same as being any one else, minus the similarities? Will I find my true self when I release the need to understand? Will I know the answers, once I stop questioning, or is it all a test? A test, to see who is who, what is what, and where each will end and another begin. Am I my beginning or my end? Am I my friend or enemy? Are my actions absolute or an opening into another realm, where they mean my result. I concur. I know nothing, and you, know it all. I am nothing, and you are everything. Are we not the same person, on different sides of the mirror, am I not your reflection and you, my subject? © Rocio Belinda Mendez
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 13:41:19 +0000

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