The illusions we create and the façade we construct are the great feats we achieve in evolving. We create a persona that subscribes to ideologies we in fact are distanced from. How is it that we amplify our significance with unfathomable rhetoric, and proceed through our lives, as this is our natural condition, not a well-tuned and fabricated existence? We work hard to polish our brass shells of humanity, hoping that if we keep at it then brass will turn into silver.

How tiresome is the pursuit of the living, seeking success, pursuing happiness. How conceited is our chase, for the fact remains we might be predestined, defeated claims one might say. We scribe our stories and we dictate our density for they are only outcomes of our actions and person.

Utter confusion, a complexity of competing ideas and principles, stirs an on going debate that never settle without exhaustion. Am I who I am? Or am I what I am? AM I a product of my circumstances or despite them?

the wise one said
'To question your purpose is one thing, to question your existence is whole different mess'