Tragedy of Wanderer

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Tragedy of Wanderer:

“Moments when your own shadows starts to pull you down beneath your feet, your ideas drag you behind your back, your own self trolls you for attempting a rescue, for where could you run after all. He remembered himself imagining being in a dark lane, dark as if even to imagine a self seemed like an illusion, no headway, a complete shallow ground full of thoughts springing every second in that unstable mind of his; where could he run to, to hide to, he was being exposed and he had no chance against those well-convinced thoughts to counter and keep himself standing. What could be more tragic than to see you being impounded with ideas you believed defined yourself. Apparently they did not define him but asked questions to him of his being, but only if he knew. His own self felt like an enigma to him, more he understood more it asked him to understand and the abyss of exploration continued. The more he tried, the more he felt non-existent, for even ideas need a firm ground to be seeded upon, alas! He felt too weak to be held responsible, as much that even his shadow thought of abandoning him…”