TSL PANDORATHON MAY 7th PROMPT DONE AND DUSTED

 May 7th TSL Pandorathon Prompt given by Santosh Bakaya to write a story of three hundred words beginning with The next day it would happen all over again.

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The next day it would happen all over again. The attempt to close the gap between who he wanted to be or wants to be and who he was or is. It was only an illusion, perhaps, that the gap could be closed or that there was one. All these ideas one gets brainwashed into believing or picks up or is passed on from the environment or one's upbringing or beliefs or ideals or just from others that there is something called perfection and someone who is perfect and one should strive to be that or become that. That one should attain to something or the other, some bullshit about sitting under a peepal tree or having an angel give you a book or being born of a virgin or twice-born or an avatar to make a fresh start. Or some such other bother about being loved, finding the ideal one to complement you and be the yin to your yang. Something that would make you fulfilled, realized, actualized, enlightened, set apart from all the rest of mankind forever as one more of the many others who had made it while the others had not so you could feel a tad superior. The waking up the, quest the journey the voyage the not finding the not reaching the sleep the dreams the waking up the attempt the sweating the swearing the nightmare that night in the sleep etc. Till you stop seeking. Or don't. Creatures of habit, dogs tied to their chain or vomit which is habit, as B had said, lost souls swimming in a fishbowl but not gold, just fish meant to die, to twist PF, afraid to stop seeking as there was no idea what would happen if one did and let go what would come to fill the vacuum of no longer trying. To not let the same thing happen the next day again, so it would happen the next day again. Torn between two lovers, wanting it not to and wanting it to, o apostrophe ah interjection and all the rest of it. No idea if it is three hundred words yet or more or less who the hell counts. Just believe you are one step away and one word closer to, no, not home, just finishing the daily prompt, then rest listen to music, go back to sleep, and one move closer to where you are supposed to reach, where they want you to reach, where you were told you had to reach though as to that no idea at all that you have to reach anywhere or that there is any place to reach or time to reach it in.