Stop. Breathe.

Now go back to that moment, when you first realized: everything around you is a narrative.

Remember?

Or maybe you haven’t had your moment yet. Oops.

Everyone has their own moment, according to their own time. You definitely can’t force it.

But the first time you have this realization, oh boy.

First, there is silence. A calm. But a restless kind of calm.

For it knows what is about to come. The storm. The moment of disillusionment.

You look around. Then you look at yourself.

Just for a moment, you see everything for what it is.

But just then, you return. To the world of narratives.

Because you don’t know anything else.

You run behind money. Behind power. Behind knowledge. Behind God. And for God’s sake, please “truth”. Or atleast you say.

But again, their truth is their narrative. Your truth is your narrative. My truth is my narrative.

And with this, the end of this narrative.