There will come a day in your life, some day, when you will have to give answers. Answers, to the things that you did; to those that you didn’t. To all the times that you were angry and those that you were happy. Answers to every emotion you felt within the spectrum and how you reacted to each of the stimuli. There will come a day when you will be allowed to complain – to your heart’s content and be grateful for all the things that got you to the point that you can be grateful for.
There will come that day when you will be required to weigh every action of yours – in isolation and defiance of the law and the rules that you and your fellow human beings made – in the hope of enabling a better life: the day when you will have to weigh your action in the courtroom of your own conscience. A day where you will be allowed to play all the roles in a courtroom scene. You will be allowed, on that day, to pass your sentence. That day no one else will judge.
There will come a day in your life when there will be no scope for contemplation, consideration or complacence. It will be the day of here and now. There will come a day that you will stand naked; shorn of all your gatherings.
That day, you will also be allowed to say that you didn’t know what you were talking about.
But that day is not today.