SUNSHINE FROM AN ETERNAL MIND

What if we suddenly realise that our memory has vanished? What if our very existence is questioned? Then we would have to start everything from scratch. Just like that! Here, I'm not talking about amnesia. Something more profound. Something that sits at the cradle of our survival. Our knowledge that our identity has an essence of truth. What if that truth vanishes. Just like that! Ghajini style. Memory-erased,identity-erased. Perhaps, who we are or what we think we are or what we ourself associate ourself to be can be an illusion. People, surroundings, environment, gives us a meaning. Things we touch, we feel-those represent our sense of being. What if that itself is ruptured. Just like that! We humans have an inert desire to link things with something, find patterns and have positive mutations of understanding. If we reconcile ourself to the fact that the whole army of truth is just a tiny speck in the annals of the universe, then our awakening begins. Life symbolises nothing but the spectacle of an illusion brought to us every day. Day after day. Untill we accept it as truth. Then, we try to assemble everything around that truth, as to build our world adjoining it. This becomes our universe. We can't wait till someone comes and shatters those pictures. Men did not pole vault to glory, they stumbled upon it. The fraction of what we take from those stumblings are the creative blocks of existentialism. Start a life everyday from scratch.Just like that.