Adventure

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People swarm your environment but yet, it does not feel like they are alive. It feels like the very essence of humanity left this world, and we remain as robots engulfed into a war for the holy, the almighty, wealth.

But once in a lifetime someone comes, and it seems like there is hope after all.

At first, you have been numbed to the passing of people, and you look at this person in disdain, wondering if you’ll ever be able to trust again. And yet, they seem to integrate themselves into your life with ease, and you slowly learn to accept it all.

A friendship is thus born, and the melancholy drowns into the newfound happiness. You learn the definition of a new word, friend, a word that essentially loss its meaning into your contemporary world dictionary. You learn to ascribe a new value to it and start a new chapter of your life with this changed outlook on what it is to live.

Over the span of some months, it feels like you’ve had years of adventure together. Life is all bright and happy, nothing could go wrong. Even if new distances come to create some barriers, it was all easily surmountable, it was only a small hurdle in your path.

But life is not meant to be enjoyed I guess, do not take my words for it dear readers, every turns of life is a signpost asking you to stop having fun and to just fit in the cogs of society, be a production machine and leave out all the rest.

So it happened, another star is extinguished, and people continue going on their way. You are struck, but you are forced to continue your journey, paying respect in memory only, which will soon fade into nothingness like everything else.

Soon you will fit in, you will lose it all, but you will not feel the pain

neither the happiness

lull yourself to it

its bliss.

 

To a brother gone too soon, we miss you. RIP.


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