If Only the Cure Lived in the Poison!

The unraveling secrecy of life, sometimes, leads to the dreadful engagement of one to death itself. The obsession of encountering death would be the only dark light you would see in the darkest of times. But, here is the wonder! Is it possible to find a cure for the poison itself?

Ofcourse, in the darkest of times anything seems a solution. But, where does the cure live? Is there really a location for the cure? Whether abstract or tangible, can cure be hunted down? Does healing comes to you or do you even reach for it? Does cure live in the deepest pit of one’s mind? Or does it live in the castle like a sacred king of the world?

Then again, my wondering travels. Is there even a cure in the first place? Can all the sickness go away all at once? If that’s the case wouldn’t quitting make sense more than anything? Would it be looking for a cure in the poison itself? I highly doubt it!

There is something innately foolish to hunt for a cure in a so-called poison itself, though. Yeah, the despair of living this life is powerful enough to give that drive. But why would anyone fall for the very unseemly thing? Well, no one knows the anguish of living unless he/she felt it in some instance. And for that person, every right is granted no matter what.

Is quitting this incessant life the solution, then? Would it be wrong for the sole reason of it being quitting? I reached in the middle ground while I pondered. Wanting to quit this thing called life can never be a surprise. Sure, we find reasons to live now and beyond. But, I’m sure no one in the right mind would want to get stuck in this world. The suffocation, even to answer this very question, is the surface of despair every human share. Finding a more profound reason and purpose would salve the pain. Atleast for a little longer! But for this short while, looking the cure amidst the poison wouldn’t be the very smart and next thing to do. Fellow human, best of luck out there!