That night they had a fight, an argument, a discussion, a disagreement. She loved him too much, or so she thought. He loved her too, but may be not as much as he loved his dad. May be a lifetime wasn't going to be enough, may be enough this wasn't going to be enough.
Displaced, she questioned herself, what was the purpose of life? Was she very different from the others? Or were the others too different from her? Why argue when there is so much love? May be there isn't enough love? What is the purpose of life? Being born as a human, meeting people, spending a lifetime with a certain someone? Weren't we born to anything different? To make meaning and find a purpose? May be we are a part of something bigger. And that our part is already planned. Do we chose only to follow what's written for us and never dare enough to use our free will? What if there was an adjustment bureau waiting for us, to find out how daring we are and that only to allow us to use that power to create our own free-will, if we would contest it enough. Could I be strong enough to contest it? Do I posses that power?
With all these thoughts in her head, she creeped out of his arms and got out of her bed to put on her black over-coat and opened the door. 'Where are you going at this hour? It's lonely and pitch dark outside.' He exclaimed.
I need to talk a walk with myself. I won't be long. I promise to be back in ten minutes if you let me go alone.
Okay, if you must. He said, and turned his back around, pulling the blanket over his head, on his way to dreamworld.
She walked all alone, all the way till she reached the highway. She felt the cold fresh air gushing by, blowing silently through her hair. She took a deep breath, mustered all the courage and ran towards that bright pair of headlights coming her way. It was too sudden for the driver to apply the brakes. In a split second, she had left, on a journey. Forever.
Displaced, she questioned herself, what was the purpose of life? Was she very different from the others? Or were the others too different from her? Why argue when there is so much love? May be there isn't enough love? What is the purpose of life? Being born as a human, meeting people, spending a lifetime with a certain someone? Weren't we born to anything different? To make meaning and find a purpose? May be we are a part of something bigger. And that our part is already planned. Do we chose only to follow what's written for us and never dare enough to use our free will? What if there was an adjustment bureau waiting for us, to find out how daring we are and that only to allow us to use that power to create our own free-will, if we would contest it enough. Could I be strong enough to contest it? Do I posses that power?
With all these thoughts in her head, she creeped out of his arms and got out of her bed to put on her black over-coat and opened the door. 'Where are you going at this hour? It's lonely and pitch dark outside.' He exclaimed.
I need to talk a walk with myself. I won't be long. I promise to be back in ten minutes if you let me go alone.
Okay, if you must. He said, and turned his back around, pulling the blanket over his head, on his way to dreamworld.
She walked all alone, all the way till she reached the highway. She felt the cold fresh air gushing by, blowing silently through her hair. She took a deep breath, mustered all the courage and ran towards that bright pair of headlights coming her way. It was too sudden for the driver to apply the brakes. In a split second, she had left, on a journey. Forever.
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