What is the Reality?

Is life a compromise? If not where is my liberty and freedom? Where is my right to indulge and assert myself? Time and again, why do I have to kill myself and silence and curb those biting whispers and tacit thoughts before they threaten to materialize into intriguing and revolting voices? Why do they have to go unheard and echo and reverberate in insensitive echelons and confinements? Why do they have to embrace a silent death? Is it their fate?

Fate. What is it? My implicit acceptance to live with whatever comes my way without challenging the status quo? To drift in the merciless currents and tides of time and circumstances? Stupefied! Intoxicated! To the extent that I lose all sense of time, direction and objectivity?

And I am still happy or content or complacent.

Optimist. Forward looking. Yes that’s what defines me. Then why do I have to look back and keep track of my footprints in quicksand? Am I doubtful of my achievements?

Achievements. How do I measure them? Am I retracing my steps that I thought were history or am I revolving in circles? So its all a false count. Nothing is linear. All circular. All relative. There is nothing absolute. Not even me. Not even you. So is it an illusion? A mirage?

So please tell me what is the reality?