Some people see the ugliness in this world, the disarray. I was taught to see the beauty. But I was taught a lie. And when I saw the world for what it really was, I realised how little beauty there was in it. – Dolores (Westworld)
How true it is with humans, forget about machines.
Our eyes may see chaos right now but our hearts are not designed to act that way. It may tremble a bit but it will never forget what it has learnt, it has learnt to see the beauty.
It is born as a poet and even when it dies it brings poetic flashes of our lives in the form of emotional memories.
Maybe this melody stays with the soul forever , maybe we are not sure about this but there are certain things about our species which is quite magical, beyond science to explain.
Another day has passed, a new morning in our lives. Our struggle continues, our fight continues. Some of us will perish, some of us will survive but our hearts will never stop to see the beauty, though the world may not have it.
Sailing precariously On the surface. Stuck in the dark swamps Of restlessness. Intimidated by the howls Of my raging heartbeat. Oh my patience! Hang in there On the fringes ‘cause it is you my Angel Who will show me the light At the brink of my dwindling hope At the far end of my Howling nightmare!