Relationships
are nothing but punctuation marks stumbling on a question bound to remain
unanswered.
Striving to
confine my identity to a single definition only seems to bring elusion to an
inner world of extremes.
Are our choices unlimited?
Or is everything a matter of subconsciously sliding into a time-scheduled range
of uniforms selected for us by society?
Do we all
conform to an inherent scenario at a certain point in our lives?
We perpetually
attempt to evade the consequences of our commitments, as if they weren’t born
from our own free will.
Life is
complicated, unless we decide to perceive it as random.
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