So why am I suddenly writing so much? So much more than before? Why have I stopped writing poems? Am I so out of thoughts? Is there nothing else I can write about nowadays, that I have resorted to writing personal details out here, the nitty-gritty ones? Well then soon probably I’ll be sketching out my entire autobiography here if I don’t stop doing this right here, right now. Ah well then, let me stop.
Yes now, let me think a bit too. I should really use my brains. They are meant to be used. Use them. “Use me,” it cries out. So what is this post about? This post is really about nothing. For the first time, I want to write about nothing. In fact, the truth of the matter is, I really don’t want to write this post. I actually want to go out and eat something good from the street. May be a shawarma. I had four of them yesterday. See what I did there? I just told you something about myself that I didn’t intend to. This is exactly what is happening with me. I am so bored I am actually telling people about myself. I used to fashion myself calling me an introvert. That was the trend then. Call yourself an introvert. Do everything, be everything but an introvert, but don’t forget to call yourself so. Yes, then, so I was an introvert. I had plenty of friends, plenty of talking, but to other people I was an introvert. There’s this saying people say, “I’m an introvert until you know me.” Well hello, if I don’t know you, you aren’t an introvert, you are just nothing to me. Nothing isn’t a synonym for introvert, so stop calling yourself so.
It has been three and a half years since I started writing here. I was going back through all of them. There’s a lot that I have indeed written out here, and for someone like me to be writing so much, it really only implies that I had been jobless for quite some time in the past three and a half years. What was I doing for the past three and a half years? I was attending college. Well, that makes complete sense now. But I was also full of thoughts. Full of ideas. Now I can’t write poetry. It has been some time since I have been thinking about my next poem, but I haven’t been able to come up with one so far. It all started when my interest first drifted from the genre of love and tragedy to the genre of happiness and fantasy. Writing tragedy has always been easy, not because of any personal incidents, but they come soon enough. You can write and you can imagine it because you see it all around you. No, my family isn’t sad. They are all happy. Oh, that does prove it right? Since I came home, I haven’t written one sad piece. Hah.
Oh, I forgot completely why I had started this. The time paradigm. So what is the time paradigm? Well I just gave it that name because the words rhyme, but let me tell you what it is really about. It’s about an article I read a while ago, on time. The author of that article seemed to be a brilliant sci-fi guy, and he had this brilliant notion about time. So yes, I am kind of copying this article, and I would like you to present your views on this as well. Because, for one, it is really interesting. So this guy here had the idea that probably time isn’t moving, which is quite the opposite of what we presume. So let me give you an example of what he really means. It is kind of relativity in itself. For example, when we move in a train, it seems we are at rest and the trees are moving backwards right? Similarly assume time to be the scenery around you, and you are moving on a train. You pass the years as you go by, but the years by themselves, and the time by itself, is stagnant. Quite simple. But if we extend this theory, it might well mean that at a later point of time, someone will pass through the same years that we have passed through. Of course, for this we will have to consider the truth in the theories of parallel universes. Of course, there are a lot of other concepts that closely follow this, but this one was particularly interesting. It means that what has happened may happen again, because nothing is infinite. This may also prove why we get the feeling of déjà vu. But then again, all this later part is just what I deduced and what I think, and none of it has been proven or written.
Anyhow, it’s time for me to stop writing again. See you soon, with a verse hopefully. I haven’t written a verse in long. Hope some idea just blinks. Good bye for now.