Life in two baskets

I am never fond of sci-fi movies but there is something interesting about a few of them. Most of them don’t make too much of sense, but I tend to draw my own analogies out of them. An example would be the consideration that everything I have seen and felt and probably will do so later on is classified into two categories. I sort them and place them into two baskets- one I call “the surreal” and the other I call “the real”. The only connection between both of them is my mind. If I can succeed in mentally keeping both of these disjoint, life is hassle free. And if I ever do conquer the surreal, I will probably be “the one”. Life is like a witch, an enchantress, a sorceress; enticing one to believe that the evanescent sensation of happiness and bliss will last forever. The illusion can never last long, the bubble has to break simply because it is way too perfect. And when it does, it takes away all the lovely things that it brought along. There are times when every ounce of strength that you think you possess has suddenly dissolved away. Where is that smile on the face and that beautiful song that dwelt in the heart? It takes away the “you” that you were…so far. The capability to feel anything anymore is gone and shall probably never return with the same fervor. So powerful is this sensation of Love, that it engulfs even those who have never been capable of expressing any emotions at all. And to them, letting it go is a curse, a misery; a degenerative disease that will just destroy them. Sadism indeed it is, because the same experience makes you aware of how intense your emotions could be and snatches it away from you. Shells are built all around oneself and the past is locked up safe in the Pandora’s Box which is all that the heart shall function as from now on. Too much or too little of anything never does any good but who cares any longer? Memories are sealed and words shall never be spoken. To be true to your heart and to care is just pointless. Especially, when what was once next to godliness has now been shunned and disregarded. But then, when there is darkness – it cannot last forever. Dawn shall bless us someday.