BornAndTorn

A world with no concept of time is bound by an interchangeable fate, but this white world does not defy the natural order nor does it violate the principle that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Just because of the fact that the mystery surrounding this s.p.a.ce hasn"t been solved yet, does not certainly mean that it will stay this way. Sometimes a change of perspective is all that is necessary. Truth and falsities are just consequences of the interpretation of the beholder. Our "true" world may just be nothing more than a tiny speck of dirt in the eyes of others, but that does not make the feelings anymore real or false. The observer"s perception of his world is just as true as the emotions of his creations. Though one is aware of the other, while the same is not true in reverse. The concept of a first creator is not false but also not true at the same time. It is not known where the beginning was and where the end will be. We use our knowledge to explain our surroundings, try to use natures laws to move ever closer to grasping the truth to our being. But no matter how unimportant humans are, they will keep on marching forward, forevermore drawn to the concept of the unknown because in that unknown is the reason for their existence.

Even if we are just tiny candles in the wind, we still want to fulfill our task and shine brightly. Even if no one watches, even if no one really notices, even if we leave no proof of what we ever did. We still live our lives not hoping for a brighter tomorrow but for a better today. n.o.body knows what will happen tomorrow, but we can influence what is going to happen today. That is the result of the choices each individual takes every pa.s.sing second. Out of all potential combinations that might end up happening you are only able to witness a single possibility.

So we live our lives, keeping our heads held high and keep on marching forward for the truth we might never know. Who knows where our journey might end, what kind of experiences we make, whats important is whether we go on your personal journey or not. No matter the circ.u.mstances, life"s curtain will close regardless, so while the play is still going, play your part and be the actor in this play you always wanted to be. Otherwise, we would be condemned to just be a spectator unable to change anything while being bound by an interchangeable fate and being held captive by the shackles of the inability to be of any influence to the play. Until one day when death closes the curtain, you are being left wondering what could have been or should have been. There are no correct answers to this subject. There is no way to rewind time and bend it in your favor. The only constant is change, nothing is forever. That is the only rule, the only companion that will stay with you for your whole lifetime.

A white world, emptiness and solitude joining hand in hand forming an eternal state of nothingness. It was as if nothing had ever changed, because it was not supposed to. Left behind was only the observer, a witness to the birth and the pa.s.sing of those creatures. He didn´t belong to this white world. There was no repulsion nor attraction. He was just there, doing nothing expect spectating the myriad of changes that occurred to this world. Silently existing, he saw the appearance of land, water, air, and their disappearance. The cycle repeated itself continuously, there were just subtle changes that kept on occurring. Some were visible to the naked eye, like the sky turning blood red or the water evaporating. Others could only be speculated about. It seemed like those circ.u.mstances followed a certain pattern.

A world full of colors, changes challenging the eternal state of nothingness. Everything had changed because it had to be changed. But there was still the observer. He still watched the birth and death of this world. Until one fated day, there was no white world anymore. No light, no change, nothing at all just an eerie silence. It felt like this world ceased to exist all out of the sudden. There was just a single ent.i.ty, a single spectator trapped in a black world. He wasn"t a part of this world, he was just tirelessly experiencing. But there was a different sensation that could be felt for the first time. It was repulsion, this world was set on getting rid of this foreign matter. He kept on drifting in the black world. But he was still observing and still being the only witness of this world. He had seen the 2 opposite ends of the spectrum. He was there when it all began and when it all came to its conclusion.

Even this black world stopped existing out of the sudden without any prior warning signs. At that moment there was just the observer, now having lost his only mission he wondered what to do without any purpose. He found no satisfying answers, after that he just closed his eyes for the very first time, hoping to find a new meaning for his existence. He slowly drifted away into the all too familiar black.

This was the beginning of a journey in a world he knew just too well...