We possess a constant need for order. The more we try to box ourselves into neatly stacked categories, the harder the boxes fall to the ground. And that's why utter chaos sends warning bells ringing through our heads. We seem like tiny ants working in a system, building an anthill when a sudden gush of wind befalls us, and we are swept away to an unknown land where we can't complain and have no resources. So, we must learn to make the best of a bad situation to survive. This new place might even be better than the previous one, as we soak in what we miss out on and start rebuilding something unique.
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Mundane Musings of a Misunderstood Mind
Non-FictionAs the name suggests, these are snippets of the things that play on the author's mind; whether it is an oddity of society or a thought that randomly lingers a little longer than usual. You can call it creative writing, philosophy, lessons, musings o...
