Memoirs of a Design Learner

Modified for better lighting.

Do critic.

I exist in eternity. A place where nothing grows and nothing evolves, nothing changes. All I have is my knowledge and understanding of the world I lived in.

  An innocent criminal is a reality. I was a sailor, through the deep trenches and stormy nights; I discovered paths to my destination. In a reality all this would require a team, people you depend on which will help you go through the night. This is the event when scurvy hit and death slowly crept in.

  One by one they fell.

  One Night all by myself, in a boat of myself, a broken suffering boat of my being I overlooked the million possibilities of life and death. It is when you are tortured from the inside is when you realize that nothing matters but your soul when one realizes certain things.

  My world was a complex place. Everything is co-dependent on each other, where freedom was an idea of a free country and not a free soul. You might understand what I’m talking about; you might not, maybe a puny fragment of your brain considers all this irrelevant in a wider scale of being, this idea is also a result of the same experiences you and I have been through in different events and consequences. Just the perspectives differ. It’s a matter of understanding and moving on and not holding on and regretting.

  I was just above the surface and fell into the abyss of eternity for once where I rely on the parallel theories of my own knowledge without the refuge of even a storm.

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Red 3

Tweets

1) Suffering gives the sailor the realisation of life leading to a mental state of nothingness and just mere existence.

2) Body is merely a carriage, its the soul that requires liberation.