Life can be ironic sometimes. Here’s something I thought about when I heard people move about in the room above me.
I hear them above me, like restless birds in a nest. The shifting of beds and screeching of chairs on tiles, seep through the walls and reach me. I’m lying there awake. My body shifts in my bed as I try to find a cozy spot to fall asleep.
I hear them again. The shuffling of their feet echoes in my room. Their faint voices seem to fade into the corners of my room. Still I don’t see them.
If I could go through walls, I would have stood up on my bed and reached out into their world. But I can’t. So I will have to wait and maybe, live with not knowing them at all.
It’s a strange world out there. Where I walk past people I know nothing about. Where I brush past strangers and forget their faces forever.
It’s an irony and could very well be a tragedy. But its how humans are. We categorise and prioritise. We go deeper into detail and embrace precision to empower development.We prioritise knowledge and seek what we need to find. Without that, what we see around would never exist.
This is our ossified version of life.
But isn’t it all ironic???