that, my friend, is the right question

I was alone yet not lonely. I lived a life of my own, a universe created by me and I dwelled in that, oblivious to my surroundings. Within this humble abode I was at peace with myself. I had not created this world by own free will. It just happened to me one day. God knows when or how I had unknowingly started making it. But i knew that every day it was evolving into something more fascinating something more interesting. A place people dreamt of to go but cudnt because they were restricting themselves by the rules of the world, chained to years of conditioning. But for me the gates of this wonderful land were open since eternity. I have little memories of my first experiences within this land but this i know for sure that in the beginning it was difficult for me too, to find a place within my self for this land. But one thing that i did know that it always provided me with a sense of calm, serene tranquility. In the beginning it was difficult for me too to let go, to give my self away to what I thought was unreal, to leave this world and join one where there were no guarantees, no boundaries and no rules. But the “real world”, as my human counterparts dared to call it, had not left me many choices. Everyday I was moving ever more closer to the brink of madness. This world was like a getaway from the everyday drama that everyone played around me. No body had anything against me, this I was sure of. They were just playing their part according to a preconceived script written by someone higher up. By building this wall around me, I had actually succeeded in bypassing the rules laid down by that authority and in so doing was frustrating him to take other, sneakier routes. He was becoming sleazier by the day and attacks on me increased manifold. But my walls were stronger. I fortified myself ever more deeper into the dungeons and in the process discovered even more about myself.

the only thing i realized was that man is afraid of asking questions, asking questions of himself, of why he thinks the way he does and why he has to live the life he is living right now. its not the world outside, but something hardwired in our existence that stops asking questions.