In the labyrinth of life, I separate from myself, body and soul,
A journey to seek my potential, trying to comprehend existence alone.
Life is a malicious maze which compels one to wear a poker face. A strenuous layer of a fake smile is plastered above the jaw. The soul seeks salvation and happiness but the body and mind seek competition. Hence, they don’t comply.
According to Jean Paul Sartre, in the human realm, existence is the primary entity. As we exist, we discover the essence of our existence. I believe existence and essence go hand in hand. As we find our essence, we start existing for the world i.e. people will acknowledge us.
The inferiority of the complex I feel is baffling,
The world around me, in self-loathe, is wilting.
Everyday, I confront someone who is better than me. If in this world of 7 billion people and more, everyone is better than me, then what is the purpose of my existence? What is my essence?
But then I realised that everyone thinks the same. The ones at the base of intellectual pyramid envy the ones at the pinnacle. The ones at the pinnacle envy the knowledge of the Gods. In other words, wherever you look, all are writhing in self-hate.
I keep walking, my soles tattered,
But I throw back pieces of my heart like bread crumbs; if I ever need to go back home, spirit shattered.
I have lost my way so many times that my feet have given up. I scrape my way through the desert of life.
I gave a miniscule piece of my figurative heart to everyone. But they buried it in the deep recesses of their vengeance. I set up a wall around me to test what Socrates said,
(Sometimes, you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.)
but no one came.
I looked at the mirror in revelation,
I was the only one who could save myself from this retribution.
After experimenting with my trust several times, I lost my emancipation. Defeated, I looked at my reflection.
I was the only one who could save myself. Liberate myself from my thoughts. Then comes the concept of self-love. Love yourself. Think about yourself first. But not in a narcissistic manner. Live for yourself. That within itself is existence and essence.
I lifted my weary eyelids and set out again,
A winding path of life, abound with a little upliftment and a galore of disdain.
So after I discovered the incantation of self-love, I set out again. With new shoes and a new companion called ‘hope’.
But still, it doesn’t change the fact that life IS difficult. There are very few people who will encourage you. The rest will wish despair for everyone. But I’ll keep walking. Maybe the beacon isn’t as far as it seems.
Hello! So in this post I have used a different approach by writing my short poem and explaining it to make my thoughts clear.
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