mrislam

When your on a car at 🌃 , ignoring the rest of the world. The whole world is a blur, and you drive in spite of your drowsiness, motivated solely by your destination.

You see other cars — but they are in their own dimension, completely separate from yours. You mean nothing to them, and they nothing to you. Just driving past another hulking metal machine.

The rest of the world to be ignored is exactly that — this world, and also it's people. They are in an endless stupor of futility. Joining them means your doom as well.

The blur reflects the brevity of this world, and the tiredness our struggle in this world. But it's the sweetness of the destination that pulls us through this world and into the next.

The proportion to which one rejects this world converts his certainty of the spoilt nature of this world and the ultimate reality of the next. And indulgence in this world reveals the exact opposite in one.