Who am I?
A question I ask myself every night. And left unanswered and hope rise that I will find the answer next day.
And the next night again I ask myself and again I tell myself to have patience.
That a day will come when I come to know who I am!
Am I a body and soul who have a story written before I came into this world.
Or am I writing my own story?
Is my will is my will?
Or I am driving by mystical forces of nature.
Every decision I ever took, was It mine? Or it only gives the feel that It is.
What is the truth?
Why am I here?
Should I ask such questions or not?
The thoughts in mind and the part that I am writing right now, Is it decided? Or I am writing it on my own. Do I even owe a free will or not?
Does every mistake I ever done was my mistake or It was written to be done with my hands.
Does every achievement I have is mine or It was just named to me?
Every relation, friends and people in my life, Are they with me because they love me or they were destined to be there.
Do I even have an existence or I am a pile of ashes or dust.
Is everything around me is real? Or fake! Just an illusion of my mind!
Am I living or I am stuck in my dreams.
Everything is in my hands and nothing in my hands both exist together in the same plane. How it is even possible?
Do I owe a life or I am just a character of someone’ story, that my whole life is destined to be someone. So I can’t have dreams, choices and likes. Or I will like the things that will come to me eventually. If that is I am destined for. Or I am living with my own choices, having pride for achievements and carrying guilt and regret on the back for my mistakes. I have people who really love me or who I am in love with.
I have one choice.
Choice of believing what I love more. In which I am comfortable. To live in the illusion in which I will survive. To be Who I wanted to be.
Believe is what I can do. No matter whatever it is until the day will come and I will wake up and see the truth and life will end once for and all. Until then I will live my life to the best.