The imaginative truth
-BY SHUBHANSHU
SHRIVASTAVA
Prologue:
Have you
ever felt like you are dreaming while you are awake? Or have you ever wondered
whether you are breathing in reality or just somewhere else like an
unexplainable thing of other dimension? And felt like every breath you take is
not yours, like you are a separate person from your body? Ever wondered why you
like what you like? And the reason looks like it’s near you but you cannot
reach out to it? Or have you ever felt like whatever you see, you are seeing it
from behind a set of glasses and that’s the reality for you, utmost similar to
the real thing yet something feels different like a nagging feeling at the back
of your mind calling you out in a feeble voice trying to inform you about it?
And yet you
choose not to hear it, knowing that all it has for you is chaos and yet, you
are not able to suppress you curiosity to know what would be the end of it be
like, making yourself let go and letting the feeling of hopelessness take over
you. And you find solace in your hopelessness realizing you know it better than
the other short-lived truths like happiness or joy. Has it ever made you sad
making you think that whenever you experience joy, it is short-lived? Or has it
made you wonder about people and why do they run so desperately after these
things that do not last? You then realize that the sadness, loneliness and, if
you are a pessimist, you negative thinking are you old friends. You then
instead of giving into them, start to enjoy them or at least, start to wonder
about them.
Because if
you do feel similarly then I must tell you, you are just the same person like
me. I don’t know if it’s common to feel this way but this feeling is just
momentary and often comes whenever sadness engulfs me. It’s like my protective
mechanism.
The further
story is just a fiction of my imagination and if anything similar has happened
to anyone, then remember, I don’t know you!
