Built the strongest
We are merely nothing taken one step further from nothing.
The world thinks straightforwardly: it creates, designs, yields, produces, forms, manufactures. We sire our children for their future. We design systems for them to be built the strongest amongst us. But life has a rather defiant method of raising a man. It is through utter chaos in which a child is most receptive. Life is beaten with stillness of nothingness. We thought we were something, but we are merely nothing taken one step further from nothing. And in this nothingness, as if a warcry, a child is perceptive of things which are to him nothing. His consciousness is awakened in a “lostfulness,” and only then shall we be able to know that the child who grew up in a Kafkaesque-like world is built the strongest, not the one whose prospects in life are way too bright and high for him to behold and attain. The chaos, the shattered pieces, the seemingly constant wandering — these all have formed the condition, a prerequisite, to taste the pureness of life: that we are nothing claiming to be something. We have bewildered ourselves with the “lot” of this world. But rarely do we know that what we have now is just the summary of innumerable years worth of struggles and weirdness, the tiny of which is taken into account, which man vaguely claims as his own. Surely, nothing can be boasted about.