Death of Self
He was the dude everyone wanted to be.
He was cool, handsome, witty and smart.
He had enough intelligence to pass the exams.
Enough money to do whatever he wanted to.
But he was never like that. He had started play acting when he was small. Whatever that others saw and admired in him was just a facade. Till the time he realized that he didn't know the empty shell that he had become. He didn't recognize the himself. His likes and dislikes were totally alien to him.
He realized the truth at last.
The truth that being yourself was never going to take him anywhere in his quest for the self.
He had two options. He could still be himself and make himself believe that he is having a great time in his life and that he doesn't care about the ultimate truth. Or he could go back and be who he was and try understand life, his dreams and the Truth.
He decided to play act.
His conscious mind mourned its untimely death.
Another plastic figure was at display.
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Do u do what u do coz u do it that way or u want to do it that way??
@anphy: i've no clue how i want to do somethin....
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