Have you ever seen the face of a person who has lost everything? Perhaps, you haven't. And I pray you may never see it. You know I tried. By God, I did my best. But we can't make them sane, we never will. With age, comes maturity, they say. With responsibility, comes maturity. I don't agree with any of these notions. No one can do it except God. Sanity comes to whomever He wishes. Responsibility comes to whomever He wishes. And I am done. I have burnt all my desires to ashes. I have lost my soul. And I have no desire to get it back. If you ever wish to see a person who's lost everything, Just meet me in the middle of nowhere.
I write about life experiences, philosophies, idealism, realism, and nihilism. If you find life's meaning in Kafka, Camus, or Nietzsche, you can follow me. I am always a poem Rumi forgot to finish.