By Aakanksha
Everyone speaks of the inevitable as a disease. But I ask what is the inevitable? What is something so inescapable, that even those with competency equivalent to that of deity cannot seem to find an escape? What makes something so impossible to avoid that even the most ignorant person known to mankind couldn’t disregard? What has so much authority that even the most formidable of all are forced to bow? Why is it so that everyone is so focused on how to run far away from the inevitable that they forget to admire the absolute power it bares? We become so encaptured by it’s fright that we miss out it’s in fact the raw power it holds that gives it it’s crown of terror and I fail to understand how it’s something not to commend upon. Why escape the inevitable, and not become it? Why bother to be the warmth they so desperately crave and not the burn that petrifies them? Why be the pawn in the game when you could possess the game itself? It’s funny most spend half of their lives running away from something and the rest of it being scared out of their mind of it. It’s even funnier how we run on default, outright ignoring the possibility of being the very power that makes people run. It simply baffles me how oblivious creatures most humans are. How we get scared from things which pose a difficulty to comprehend and figure the best thing at hand it to flee. We try and try for the entirety of our existence to be liked and fancied by people but what exactly is the point of it all? To remain an object of adoration? Because if the sole purpose of my existence is to please people, it doesn’t make me a person, it makes me an object; and to stand by such standards is nothing short of yielding. I don’t want to be the sought after fantasy, I want to be the forever dreaded nightmare. I’ll never fear the inevitable; not because it’s not terrifying but because it pointless. To be scared of something you have no clue of whatsoever is like being scared of death; something you realise is bound to happen but still try to avoid. And the day everyone realises that hiding and cowering to anything posing a minute threat is not called living but sustaining, they’d have won half the race called life.
By Aakanksha
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