That point when a part of you gets used to accepting a
few assumptions to be facts; like what you want, might not actually be what you
want.
Choices make life what it is. Okay. Agreed. Not always
are the choices so clean and clear that you could just pick one and walk away
ignoring the other, completely.
At times, two choices are SO good, picking one,
constantly reminds you of the advantages of the other. Leading to a never
ending turmoil. One gives you assured stability, the other gives you
unadulterated happiness. But to survive an existential crisis, both the choices
are as important as the other.
You'd be too busy in the battle. And suddenly on one
not-so-fine day, all these purpose-of-life articles start pouring in from
nowhere; screaming out for your attention - 'Do what you love, love what you
do. When you love what you do, you don't work a day.' Blah, blah, and blah.
Despite all efforts of having a day not as tough as
iron, the spherical world actually flattens out into a sheet and turns upside
down. Flip.
The transition from + infinity to - infinity happens in fraction of seconds. In one milli second, all that you have thought of; ceases to exist for ever. In the next millisecond, you hear a voice screaming -
"Who the hell asked you to read those articles? Why do you bring in unnecessary trouble?"
And when it happens repeatedly it becomes a real world
symbol of a deadly dementor visiting you as if it were a dear friend.
The best part is still waiting. It's when you have no
clue 'how to deal with the mess'.
INTERVAL.
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