In this post, I am experimenting with a new style of writing. I will be testing how fast and how accurately can I map my thoughts on to the keyboard. I have tried this on paper with rambling on stuff without any grammatical or logical structure but here I will be trying as much as possible to stick to a particular structure and logical form.

But one major problem is that I have begun to hate logic. Logic as an idea itself is illogical. We have thought out some patterns about thoughts and imagination and then we decided that these patterns are the most important existential necessity for anything to be true and absolute. Isn't that our arrogance speaking? Or is it our laziness to explore further realms of imagination? I don't know.

I don't know many things. My knowledge is limited but I am curious to know. Perhaps, it is one of the most basic urges as a human being. I can't help but be inquisitive, There are always questions and doubts. Some of these questions are supposed to be asked, others are supposed to be suppressed. To know what we should be suppressing, we are taught ethics and morality and culture and everything else that tends to suppress almost all our natural instincts. Yes, I agree that it's society and its norms and regulations are what made us adaptable to all the environments thrown at us by nature and it was society that made humans fit for survival. But with all the development in intellectual thought and imagination, should survival be the only motive of a human being?

Perhaps, I am overreaching myself here, perhaps I am asking all the wrong questions and survival might be the single most important motive of any living being but then why did all the other faculties, which are supposedly dampening our survival instincts develop in the first place?

I don't know... My thoughts are wandering away. I am hungry. I must find something to eat before I can think more about these pretentious stuff anyway. I am starting to dislike every line of thought, every conclusion. Perhaps it's because nothing ever reaches a conclusion. Everything is just a debate where the end result is eternally hanging somewhere no one can reach. Ah, flowery language to describe something very uneventful. What should I do? I don't know. I am passing to the next phase of an existential crisis.

All the beliefs that you hold so dear to yourself, all the ideas that makes your identity for you, everything is questioned to the core. I often find myself in that position and it's irritating and troublesome. You become a nobody with just a thought. Right now, I am in the process of becoming a nobody!