Living In The Moment

When did you last cry? Or better yet, when was the last time you ever smiled?

Moments which are so descriptively engraved on the walls of your conscience, it chains your soul into captivity, with everlasting episodes of emotions, dark and bliss.

Or so they say it.

Being human, we are cornered into society by birth, acting on the stage of impenetrable obscurity. Getting all riled up about the big gig the society offers us, just to be let down by the emotional setbacks and the competence of our mere life.

Sure, it's all nice to have to remember your first kiss, the day you graduated from school, or even the smooth texture of the pizza you ate in the afternoon.

Have you ever wondered what's it like to be not able to make new memories?

It's like when you're on this perfect date, this perfect woman you adore, makes you feel so loved. And when you are walking her home, *poof* you haven't a clue what her name even is.

It's like this fabric of time we spend in bliss or wrath and suddenly catapulted into a state of nothingness. A stage, A skit, At a time. Getting lost into oblivion, questioning the reality of this life. Living as a con-man in a biased world.

Close your eyes and think about your first day on this planet. No memory, I suppose. Every time we wake up or have these flashes of nothingness, there's no memory of who we are, the place we're at, the car we own or even the little promises you made to your little one. It's just blank in our diary, an answer that can never be ours, again.

The worst part of it all is that we become incapable of emotions. It's like we actually grow into it. Every new memory is written with invisible ink, and we spend our whole life searching for a candle in the dark.

How we wish we could come out of the misery that we live in. How humanly striking it is, the thought of ending everything. But we won't remember that after a while, would we?

Living a life with episodes without a plot, fading into definite distrust.

And, at the bottom of all the uncertainty, comes one question of higher-calibre —

"What does it take to be human?"