Saturday, July 30, 2011

Stories

I build stories. I have been building stories all my life.

Stories that makes no sense. Stories that I build connecting a number of incidents.

They are all in my head you know. Its strange how I don't loose track of them. You know because they are so many. It would be nice if I at least loose some of them. I guess it does not happen because I love them, as they are mine.

At the end of the day you always realize that you love yourself. My stories make me realize that and make me believe that. They let me hold onto myself.

They are like my children. I bring them to existence, let them breathe in my head, keep them there till they are stable enough to come out and then I introduce them to the world. I let them go where ever they want to go. Well there is nothing much I can do about that. But I do want them and others to remember, that after all they are mine. They carry my name with them where ever they go.

I can always trust them, I know they will never betray me. And if they do, I will assume that they were never mine. After all it was not that hard, building them up.

Just a moment, an action, a word, a thought is enough to trigger them. And sometimes that ain't even be real. It happens you know. Maybe its all in your dreams or maybe you are hallucinating. Maybe some one else is making you think that all of this is real.

Your job is just to act like you believe in his thoughts. You have to play along and as a favor, he will let you play. He will let you believe that his dream is your reality.

And the day you break any of  these rules, the game ends.

4 comments:

ghostwriter said...

True! And the wonderful thing is when the stories and dreams take on a life of their own....you feel like you just created a universe in your head, kind of like a God .. :)

Priyanka said...

Yeah. Its a wonderful feeling when your thoughts come into existence and start a life of their own around you. :)

Anonymous said...

If you agree that it's a wonderful feeling when your thoughts start a life of their own, aren't you being cruel when you say "I can always trust them, I know they will never betray me. And if they do, I will assume that they were never mine."? After all, if the thoughts you pen down ever contrive to assume an independent consciousness, is it not fair that you let them be? Even if now they do not see eye to eye with you, oughtn't you nevertheless accept them in the belief that, like the prodigal son who comes back home after seeing the light, sooner or later they will return to become one with you?

Priyanka said...

By the betrayal I mean to say that they do not go to someone else. Sure they can start a life of their own. I still agree that its a wonderful feeling to see your thoughts shaping up and becoming alive. And at the end I don't even want them to come back to me but as well I do not want them to go to someone else.