A Speck
A speck,
Finding a spot
Claiming a lot
Masquerading as a power
Aren’t we all?
A speck,
In this Universe
Not knowing what’s in store
Pretending to have a voice
In this Universe
Aren’t we all?
The truth is we have no control over our lives. It’s fleeting, it’s transient, it’s disappearing with every moment that passes by. But we immerse ourselves in such fruitless debates pointing fingers at each other claiming that “I am right”. And if “I am right” “you must definitely be wrong”. We are humans. Tiny humans. Life is a happy meeting of fellow humans until death claims it permanently. If only we learned to live together harmoniously… If only we learned to live with agreeing to disagree and still be friends…
Originally published at http://thevoidthoughts.com on March 18, 2020.
