The World is Theirs!

I have always been dubious about quiddity of humans’ existence. They don’t appear real to me, they never have their choice, their births are not of their choice, neither are their lives and deaths. Had it been their choice, most of them would have chosen to be Prophets. The best they do with their lives is either they submit or become appreciably optimistic about it.

They are the manifestation of nature. Nature expresses itself in them and that is how, I think, idioms like ‘as hard as a rock’ emerged. Anyone who would counter this concept with the argument that humans are Ashraf-ul-makhloqaat (greatest of all creations) I will tell you that’s because when brutality expresses itself it makes bad humans, when bad humans express brutality they make excruciating things like war. Humans’ ability to make big differences set them apart otherwise, they are mere expression. I believe that within the vacuity or deep in the chasm, there are other souls…..souls of emotions, attributes and all those things we term as ‘non-living’ and from there  positive and negative attributes fill in our soul and redemption outlines it, we become what nature chooses us to become but there are chances to ‘expiate’.

Emotions are here ever since the world was created. It all causes our feelings to be instinctive, we are born with them. For instance, love. It’s not an invention, it’s a realization that human makes. Had it been an invention, it wouldn't have been felt or lived but only used……used to turn sacrifices into compromises. lovers were born and dead, many lie in their graves unrecognized, many stories great or small were lived, many lives were changed and then they all died with love in their hearts but, love never dies neither any other emotion does. Love is eternal; it is reborn in the new beings with their physical births.

World of emotions is eternal and to be more level-headed, world is theirs. Have humans ever wondered why they are helpless? Because we don’t choose to feel, feelings choose us for their expression. Great love chooses great souls, ‘no love’ chooses dark souls and then they live the same stories over again……we are the puppets of nature spending our live performing the acts that have been performed by many people before. In the world of today there is no first time.

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   We are mortal to give the immortal a chance to live over and over again. Our existence is not real, you know who we are? ………… We are pretence. We are the past pretending to be the present.”