Internal Squabble

What do you fear the most?
Not leaving a story behind.
And?
Getting sucked into.
Getting sucked into what?
Into the routine of life.
The routine?
You know, the traditions, the rules, the society, the comfort, the pretend.
The pretend?
You know what!
No, I don’t.
The Pretend that your life is smooth riding when all there is chaos. The Pretend that this is what you always wanted when you are screaming inside. The Pretend to be a do-gooder when all you have ever cared for is yourself.
You are angry
No, I am not
Yes, you are.
So what if I am? Does it make a difference?
Maybe. Maybe not.
Then why do you ask?
Never mind. So, what disgusts you?
Society, religion, this Pretend, you.
Me? But I am you.
Yes, the hypocrite part of me.
Then, how do you wish to live?
Freely, on my own will.”
And how do you wish to die?
Flying, jumping off a cliff, screaming, laughing.
Will it ever happen?
I don’t know. You tell me.
