Today i saw a little boy crapping on a pile of garbage, his shorts in his hands. Looking all around, he picked some rag or piece of paper from the rubbish to wipe his butt, felt with his finger for any left over dirt, wiped it on his shirt, and earnestly wore his shorts once again. Only for a moment, aware of the traffic sounds and bustling crowds, he nonchalantly moved with sure, steady steps, for something to play in the same heap.
Life laughed in that moment, at each and everyone’s absurd notion of controlling it in any way. A false belief that ensures our environment adapts around the self, when the self has no control even over itself, let alone anything else.
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