Some more bullshit

A shroud of separation is filtering my senses. In this reality, only I exist. The world is mine to create. It is mine to imagine. I see various beings moving around in their grooves, walking, talking and living. They appear to be communicating; their interactions make me feel like I have taken a ticket to the wrong circus. Such an array of madness confronts me when I open my eyes. Losing their vision, my characters romp around fretting over infinite issues, resolving some and creating some. I wonder why I am unable to control my creations. They seem to be hell bent on doing what shouldn't be done, setting foolish precedents for eons to come. I don't think that I am alive now. Maybe I am dead and my soul is revisiting my past, my memories. The past has been an enigma, with so many loose ends which still remain unchained. Will I ever be able to revisit my past? There are so many things that I would want to do differently, if given half a chance. Such actions might lead to a new future for my world. And, if you really exist, my world will affect yours too. When you sit down and think about it, everything that we know of, are interconnected in some way, even though it may appear to be not at the first glance. Maybe I will be able to change the world by changing the timing of a sneeze. I seem to be illogical. There do exists things such as emotions, which apart from logic, make me do the things that I do. Possibly, it is all based on the theory of probability. A set of mathematicians would be able to predict the world's future in broad terms. But the minute details are random, unexplainable so far. If I am alive now, then there might be a chance that I'll lose my life soon. I could either die or not in the next moment. I am superstitious about many things. People record superstitions in their minds, and follow them innately at times. It may be that, these take root in actual observations and events. They could also be purely non sensical. I have a premonition that that my clock is ticking and the battery is running low. Should I live everyday like that is going to be my last day of my life? And how is one supposed to live the last day of one's life? Without a care in the world? Trying to do things which give joy, relief or sadness? To cast aside worries about the future? Not so, for me. I would rather account for the slim chance that I might be alive tomorrow. If one thinks that he is braced for what the future is going to throw up at him, then he is a fool. The future can be mundane, unexpected or bizarre. We all know that, don't we? But, being prepared for some adversities which have a high probability of occurrence wouldn't be uncalled for. It would be called wisdom by some and foolishness by others. In my view, if some of the risks are covered for, a life of 'hakuna matata' wouldn't be a bad choice. Worrying is part of being human. Letting go of all worries is hard. A man without worries might be labelled by the society as daredevil, holy man or lunatic. =))

I sound like an insurance salesman!