It was during a very early October snow storm when I decided to drop out of the human race. I kept looking the flakes drop outside my bay window and understood; “I am not significant, nothing that happens in this life is significant.”
I wrote a note to anyone who cared that I was leaving. I did not know where or how I was going to get there—I just knew I could not play the game of existence anymore. The note emphasized that no one was to blame about this decision…only I was the one who saw no point in fooling the world that I was normal—or wanted to be normal.
Men like me are false fables. Stories invented inside our heads to sooth us through another day, week or in my case, an hour. I hated what I had become, but that was not all there was to it; I hated what everybody had become; a slew of infested rats playing in an electrified cage.
It made me sick.
So it was time to leave…leave what?
Everything that is acted is a figment of life’s imagination.
I hope the road is not taken yet…
Sadly, I never had the guts to do it.