THE LONESOME DISAPPEARANCE OF A QUIET BLOGGER

The world he had created for himself was not like yours or mine. Working through the night in the dark corner of his  room. He disturbed nobody and  stood in nobody's way.

 Just another peace loving person with some views to share.

He had his own ideologies but not the courage to voice them out. Afraid they might hurt somebody's feelings unintentionally.

He realised  many people were hypocrites, doing precisely the things they themselves despised of. Funny though, these people were never caught. So, they remain innocent in the eyes of you and me.

An idea of his, was that everyone was selfish, seeing only what that matters to oneself and always picking out the imperfection in others.

He said if a person puts a pair of purple shades on, he would see everything around him purple. That would be his perception of the world and he would think that's real.

 That would be what matters, only to him, while others see the world differently and in different colours.

You would hear a wife bragging to everyone about her successful husband,  but you will never hear her telling you of her husband's impotence or his affair with another woman.

He said we came from a mould. Everything and everyone came from a perfect mould.

 Even if some are physically imperfect like the blind, deaf or mute, however,  the mould from which they came is perfect. It was the transition from the mould to human form that caused that imperfection.

 Because of that, in dreams the blind can see and the lame can walk.

Imagine that you baked 100 gingerbread men from the same perfect mould. Some would still turn out missing a hand or leg.

When I asked if he thought of himself as perfect, he answered no. He said he had done bad things that no one except himself knew of.

The last time that I saw him, he looked disillusioned. On his face you could somehow tell that he was going somewhere.

The last thing he said was that he just wasn't meant for these times.