A Hard Truth

I have always been living in the future or the past. I cling on to experiences, I imagine and hope for others. I am stuck playing with the minds games. The belief that I am my mind makes me believe these experiences are real. I am stuck in its tight grip.

It has no grip. How could I stay stuck?

My identity is destroying me.

I won't accept this anymore. I look into the mirror hoping one day there is nothing to see. But there my identity is, prestine, untouched, imagined.

I try to escape, I try to run away from the void that simply is.

I get nowhere.

And thats the point. To run away from something that isn't there in itself is a paradox. The void I am scared to face is the truth that I am nothing, that I never was anything, and that there is nothing to live for.

I am living in the world of mind. I am not following my heart. I am wasting my life.