random! reflections^ - A Short Story

A short story, or to be precise, a series of thoughts in the boring life of a random teenager. Neo.

"Nothing is certain. Nothing.

As the vehicle moved past me in the opposite lane, I looked through the smudgy window, seeing a lost soul in my own reflection, and a lively but hectic world outside. “What are they running towards?”. The more I searched for peace, the more I got absorbed in this unsettling world. “Towards a better life, I guess.” I closed my eyes, but a million neurons firing inside me, questioning everything around, made me restless.

To escape the noise, I looked up, at the sky. Ambiguous yet familiar, plain yet radiant, it passed on its serenity. As the bus whizzed past, the divider between roads formed a great pattern. Out of nothing, the thought of my future dawned on me, which is a fuel when perceived right, or a stress with enough momentum to break us down.

The uncertainty of everything questioned the whole point of my existence. “Why run towards something when we’re never certain if it’ll happen?”, one of many existential questions that arise in a tiny part of one of nature’s greatest piece of art, our precious brain.

All we’ve got is limited time and it is in that brief time, we explore and fly up in the limitless sky of possibilities, thread through each moment in the fabric of space and time.

A sparrow chirping as I wake up, a streetlight blinking as I cross it, a beautiful crescent moon decorating the sky, light rays from a cluster of stars illuminating the dark sky, a supernova in the distant corner of the galaxy, a black hole hiding in the darkness of space, each moment in our life is filled with random events across the universe. We only look at what we choose to.

We’re merely travelers in the dark. So far, all we’ve learned is from the random set of events we’ve come across. And this randomness isn’t going anywhere. This is a strange road that we travel upon. Look out for what the mysterious future has in store for us. We can only work with what we’ve got. Life’s strange, isn’t it? Who would’ve thought a cute little sparrow knocking my window, would lead me into writing this."