“What should I write
for my next book,” my brain stipulated an answer for that ancient inquiry.
“Any idea?” I tried to
counter-demand the answer.
“Let’s write something
deep and mind-blowing.”
“Like what?” my
curiosity made further effort in enquiring the answer.
“Hmmm. How about your
life, from the day you were born until that evening you drew your last breath?
It sounds fascinating, right? Don’t you think so?”
“Pardon me, I don’t
really fancy that idea. For, as far as I concern, I have had a life which was
full of tediousness and dullness. There’s no single trace of Light of
Excitement within the history of my life.”
“You’re wrong on every
level. It did make its visit on the day you’re born. It stayed within your life
until that evening you drew your last breath. You may be astonished with what
I’m saying. However, what I’m trying to say is that it made its unconscious
appearance to your unconscious life and the visit was proceeded until that
evening you drew your last breath. And you got to believe it, for it’s a
universally acknowledged truth.”
He turned away from it
with his back facing it indifferently. Feeling incessantly panic, he almost got
his tears out of his tired sockets. He then picked up that usual confident tone
which he always used for concealing his weaknesses. “Let’s forget about it for
a short while and embark for a long walk,” he suggested.
“Here comes your usual
escapist attitude, nice try!” the mind mocked victoriously.
They walked out of the
apartment after that.
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