You aren’t original.
You are a combined effort of everybody you have ever known
or of the books you have read and the places you have explored.
You are the creator, created from all these combined forces.
You are the fusion of everything that you have ever experienced.
Our entire existence is based on the laws of two.
The good and the bad. The angels and the demons. The black and the white.
However, we fail to acknowledge the streak of colours that our everyday life is.
The different array of people who aren’t good or bad.
Who aren’t halo laden angels, but they don’t have horns either.
It’s not in B&W, it’s colourful and chaotic.
It’s the everyday phenomenon of our colour driven beautiful life.
The thing about monotony is that while it helps us stay secure and stable,
it doesn’t roar our hearts in a way we secretly find magnificent.
That is what growth does.
It shakes us from our roots and takes us to the sky.
Higher and above, from roots to wings.
Once the wilderness fades, there erupts a desire for a city.
A city of living, of dreams.
The one with the tall towers and the moving stairs.
The one with the swooshing winds and the telephone wires.
The one where perfect telescopes and guitars are made.
The one where after imagining, everything is built.
To a city.
To every city.
To a warm sky of a different city.
The night is dark and full of terrors.
PS: If you don’t get the context, you need to watch Game of Thrones. Now.
As an adult. Ahem.
(What? I have been an adult for 6 months now, I know everything about it.)
I feel great sense of jealousy when I look at a child.
Smiling, waving away in joy with their spirits running free, laughing around with half teeth being in blissful oblivion of what is undoubtedly coming, grasping on blind faith in their balmy blues, making and destroying sand castles and being a tiny, tiny human.
Why shouldn’t I? Afterall, they have so very much, and are aware of so very little.
They are tiny humans with their tiny bubble wrapped happiness.
As a Cat, I want you to put my food in that bowl. Ew, not that food. Oh god no, not that bowl.
As a Cat, I want ALL YOUR ATTENTION HELLO so that I can have ALL YOUR ATTENTION HELLO HELLO HUMAN?
As a Cat, I want to walk on your head while you’re sleeping so that I can stare blankly at you when you wake up, cursing.
As a Cat, I want to lay down near you so I can keep an eye on you, but not so close that you think I like you too much.
As a Cat, I want to cuddle with you and punish you at the same time, so you don’t leave me alone for the weekend again.
As a cat, you shall adopt me, but I shall own you.
PS: I couldn’t come up with anything to write about cats when @CatUserStories came up on my Twitter Feed.
Thank you, admin.
This is hilarious.
PPS: Adopt a cat, I dare you. I double dare you.