Prediction, a beautiful bunch of lies. We like to tell ourselves stories to escape whatever else is going on in our lives.

We tell ourselves it will be all over soon, until then we could just tuck ourselves inside one of those beautiful imaginations of a perfect world, see world can't be perfect because it itself is just another fragment of someone else's imagination perhaps God's if there even really is one.

This world is not perfect because it is just another illusion layers that hide the reality within. The reality of death, pain, regret, and sorrow.

When we look at our lives from the perspective of being alive we see death as a negativity, the questions isn't negativity or positivity of death, the question is, if death is the only way to escape?

We could always tear through those layers and enter the reality by dying, or may be death is just another gateway to another illusion?
That makes you think does reality exists at all and if it does then do you really wanna
face it? will you even like what you will find?

I want to find it, I really need to find it.

"Hey, young lady! Why are you sitting here, principal called you in her office immediately."

"I am coming, tell her, I am on my way."

To that Godforsaken bitch of a principal.

She went to the principals office, Principal asked her to sit. She looked determined.

"So, Miriam, right?"

"Yes, Mam!"

"The thing is your parents haven't contacted us yet, we would like to know why, and when are they going to provide us information about your previous Schools, and the certificates we wanted."

"I am sure they will soon, as you can see a girl like me would never like to come here on her own, they send me, they think I will be a better person more importantly a respected woman here."

"Well, isn't that obvious that is what we do, Miriam, however, I would still like for your parents to contact to me soon. I have mailed the office in your hometown to send your information through your parents. You see I like to know who I am teaching here, and right now alll I know is your name."

"Well, may be that's all you need to know."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I am indeed eager to prove myself to you, Mam."

"Let's see, you can go now, and be careful young lady."

"I will, Thank you."

Miriam walked away from the office wondering about a word she read in her office, discipline, a lie, a clean one.

Miriam was fascinated by the purity of merciful lies that we tell ourselves, discipline was no different, creatures like us are different not disciplined, the most disciplined things are still, we aren't, the Universe is Kinetic, hence, that proves it can never be disciplined.

Discipline doesn't exist not for only humans, however, for the nature itself.

We can never be disciplined. It isn't in our nature we are creatures of locomotion, and probability not predictability, and equilibrium. That also goes for the whole environment around us, hence, we can never be disciplined.

We really need to see the reality.

I bet it's beautiful.



© S.Ali



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