Once again the waves of my thoughts amplified and came back
Arcane
“But when every equation was solved… All that remained were fields of dreamless solitude… There is no prize to perfection, only an end to pursuit.”
The matrix, a short segment came to me
“Why? Why must you persist?”
“Because I choose to.”
Perhaps I shouldn’t crack time’s egg
Perhaps I shouldn’t try to see all souls, try to crack the human experience
Perhaps I shouldn’t try to be perfect, to fix the world
Perhaps I should just break free
I’ve read too much, and the future is clear.
And yet…
The world isn’t to be understood.
But then my mind is like a plane forced to fly low, always finding moments to leap out
The present’s beauty is still there, I could stop being so active
but when I hear other’s pasts, they sound too common. Like my future… What is it then that makes life truly worth living?