What if you were to wake up one day and realise you aged so much over night?
Who’s the first person you’d tell?
Would you worry that people won’t recognise you?
Would you worry that people won’t believe you?
What if you were to wake up one day and know it’s your last?
What’d you do?
Would you be brave enough to admit your mistakes to people?
Would you tell people how much you love them?
Would you start to see how lovely some people really are, after disliking them for so long?
Would you still be the same?
Would you be wishing it happened to someone else, not you?
What if you wake up one day and the people around weren’t the same anymore?
No familiar faces, behaviour, smiles…?
What if you wake up one day and find yourself paralysed?
What would be the first thing you regret not doing?
What if one day you were to discover you can’t feel sad anymore?
Or what if one day you discover you can’t be happy anymore?
What if, nobody believes any of these will ever happen?
What if people never wake up from the endless mindless pursuit of nothing?
What if everything was created and designed to be the way it is for scientific experiment*, and we are mere rats in this rat race?
Oh imagine the irony, if we were to discover we’re actually “rats”?
Wouldn’t life be interesting?
Incidentally, misery is playing on my stereo now.
*scientific experiments – imagine if we’re all part of an elaborate experiment (in our own words)