The History of you and me

Imagine a box. And now imagine a poem. Yes, that is where we live, in a boxy poem, or a poetic box.

The pointer seems to revolve the same path of circumference of the clock everyday. Everyday, Earth rotates and rotates everyday. Everyday is the same ,and in the same day, we spend our whole lives.

The moment I wake up every morning now, is the moment I realize I exist. I live in a drama filled company with seemingly other humans with whom I have got some connection. But nonetheless, it all comes down to me and my thoughts. Its all so poetic, the fact that there are billions of other “me”s that don’t exist for me because I only know few hundreds of them. Its silly, the pattern of thoughts I consider cool and worthy writing are the only thoughts I deem worth thinking about. And its funny how, I woke up without ever having to go to sleep when I was born. Funny how personally I took it when I thought what I thought when I loved ‘you’ but ‘you’ kept changing and changing until I realized its ‘me’ rather than ‘you’ who is a constant. I can’t blame you for not being so, because you are not me. For ‘you’ is just a tool for the me that’s me. So, nevermind if my words hurt you or make you feel good, scare you or offend you, its all for me. In the pool of ‘me’s and in the pool of ‘you’s , the only difference that counts is the difference that separate you and me and how could it be that you are me and I am you?

It might really be a hard pill to swallow but so is the pill of life. How joy fills up our hearts at the times of glory and how ignorance fills up the dogmatic slumber. How much of an act we put up with , in a daily basis to find a sense of dime in this world, often trying to forget ourselves in the very core or even trying to find ourselves in our very soul. Life is a journey , where one wants to find enlightenment and finds it and then dies. Life for other ‘me’s and the original ‘you’s go on. Life goes on howsoever. Turning to tune up and down the emotional-meter of life, trying to convince ourselves the best case scenario is being fed, clenched up in a system based thoughts and string of moods, colors of your melody and the shape of my voice. Word life.

Let’s just do whatever we can do. Adjust up and down the frequencies of expectations and emotions to be of the very best possible wavelength. Let all the ‘me’s stand up and hold our infinite hands together, rather that only some of the ‘you’s and only one me. Let’s make a beautiful plan to make a beautiful system so as to cling onto the beautiful. Let’s make a system where the soul is fed with enlightenment, body with dopamine and mind ecstasy. Be it an never ending one, a while statement with no decrement value of the infinity that we are trying to create.

So, I ask you, Are you ready to be the other ‘me’ rather than the original ‘you’? Are you willing to initiate the limiting hands, where it tends to infinity rather than just two. Are you ready to ignore the ‘you’ in this particular question and substitute it with a ‘me’ so that you and I can do things together and become ‘we’? And, are you ready to tell me that its okay and you get me and that I don’t even have to say it?

Are you ready? Are you even there?