BEING

BEING

(Anonymous)

There's a being in us that rests until the life goes all normal. Without it being awake, a man lives inside a little crystal with all the basics. The being rises from new experiences, and as it awakens, it questions. Questions what happens while it sleeps. The being asks for his right to be called a human being. What has been your contribution to humanity? What made you marry? What secures your happiness beyond this little family and fortune?

There's no greater sleeping pill for that being than a 'secured future'. Or a degree that shuts the entire risk of rising from the mist. Or a bound time table. And as the ones who speak highly of a routine, mean nothing but of a way to shut that being until life gets itself secured. Yet the being does rise.

As the humanity progressed to excellence, the lust for a basic social life grew upto a point where it became the only purpose. While some struggles to fix in into their own little social ball of crystal, when the time was to actually manage and get out of it, for some, the life barely moves and ends as they live under the command of their hormones, waiting to be awarded with their 'bodily needs of fantasies'. The being sleeps unaware.