And I stood still and wondered, what was the point of all this?
I thought about what I would do later. Would I skip the prayer and watch some show on Netflix, or play games to kill time —
hoping to find meaning, connection, something to fill this emptiness inside me?
But then again, I ask, what is the point of all this?
To have fun, to relax, to watch time fade away until there is no time left —
is this the purpose of life?
Is this the framework, the meaning people search for?
Is this the truth school has taught us?
Was it ever real, or am I waking up from the indoctrination?
Now I sit, staring at the walls, thinking.
This fun, this excitement, this entertainment —
why doesn’t it feel good anymore?
Why has the music stopped?
Why am I no longer hypnotised?
Why does everything feel distant, depersonalised?
And again, I ask, what is the point of all this?
Now I am with friends and family, yet something is missing.
What is this absence, this lingering emptiness?
Is this the separation the Sufis speak of?
Is this the love Muslims describe when they speak of God?
Is this the union they seek — the story of Rumi and his beloved,
where he longs not for love, but the Lover?
Once more, I ask, what is the point of all this?
Do I silence these thoughts and live as everyone else does?
Do I forget myself, ignore where I am going?
What will happen when I die?
Do I live only for today and forget tomorrow?
And who told me today is the only thing that’s real?
Was it ever real, or did I simply accept it as truth?
Why don’t I pray and talk to God, when I know I should?
Why does my heart seek everything but Him?
What is it in this world that keeps me away from knowing You?
Is it people? Is it entertainment?
Is it this endless hunger for amusement?
What is it? I question.
And at times, I think — what is the point of all this?
Am I being overdramatic, or am I awakening to the meaninglessness of the world and all within it?
Oh, the fleetingness of things — what do I do with this time?
Do I live as God intended, or in my own distractions?
But it’s too late.
I am too deep, and I know too much.
I have seen the face of reality, and they have lied to us.
The world is a dream, and everyone has fallen in love with it.
Oh, what a shame.
They do not know what union is,
and so they suffer the pain of separation.
They do not know what love is,
for they love only with their eyes.
Oh, how blind the eyes are.
And I think — when I ask, what is the point of all this? —
once you are awake, the question is no longer, how do I go back?
but what do I do now?
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