train-ofmidnight

[train-ofmidnight]

Today’s thought came as I read a tweet I found on Instagram- kind of contradictory- which talked about how stressing it is to think so much about the same thing all over again from different perspectives and all. This is not the first time I’ve thought this, but it is the first time it will be written and left record of.

Thoughts are like rubik cubes. You can shuffle them and arrange them in so many ways and see them from so many perspectives. If you were to count the moves, you would be able to get it back to its original form. Thoughts are colorful, the bad ones too. Cause’ after all, even gray is a color.

Today’s post was short but pleasant. Wish you all a great night sleep, and keep an eye out for the next Train of Midnight!

[train-ofmidnight]

Footprints on the sand

Today I went to the beach. It was a calm and warm place, which was only bothered by my little cousin and the sand who fought insatiably to get in my panties. Damn, that sand must have been male! Anyways, as I cruised down the beach, my feet feeling the hot sand and trying to avoid the water, I came to a conclusion; human life is like foot prints on the sand. We are brought to this world and left with a time span that’s bugging us all the time.Am i going to die soon? Is this all Im gonna do before the day comes? Do I get to go to heaven? Similarly, footprints are left by us with a life span of only the time it takes for the next wave to hit. Then, as soon as the wave hits the footprints, they are washed away. The waves are death, and the footprints, life. We can try to avoid death all we want, but we know it’s coming and that at one point, it will catch us.

Not going to lie, I was very proud of this thought, but then I remembered my take on life and existence isn’t really what you call “objective”. There is in fact people who differ from me in this aspect. I’m footprints but they are seashells. You might be thinking: from all the goddamn things in the ocean she could’ve chosen from, she had to say seashells. And yes, it had to be seashells. They are posed in the seashore, and unlike footprints, they don’t get washed away. Waves hit them every 10 seconds, and instead of being vanished from existence, they sink while they wait for the next wave to hit, only to resurface again. Some people are like this. Life hits them In the worst ways, and they just keep getting stronger. Resurfacing with every blow. Deeply in my heart, I know I aspire to be like them some day, but my experiences have taken that blessing away from me.

Good night, fellow readers. And keep an eye out for the next train of midnight.