Mutating soul!

When life seems just like a story, the one, where you are unaware of your own character. The screenplay, you just get no hold of, then things really start turning absurd. You give up, give in, take in, take out, just to know if it could be of any help! But all in vain, you remain there, without having a slightest hint of anything. Do you wish to understand? Maybe you do, to some point, to some extent, you try harder than anything. And then what next? You give up? Well, you have to. Be it voluntary or involuntary, you eventually do. Not because you are too naïve to understand the shades of life, not that you are good for nothing, or you start doubting your genuineness. But out of the simplest fact that, you have nothing left to understand, cause it makes no difference, no more. If it could make even a subtle difference, you would not want to step back! I affirm, you would never do that. Say, out of wrath, out of satisfaction, whatever be it, you will never ever try to untangle the tangled. You will live, live the dream, just the way it is meant to be. Even with the nightmares that are yet to knock upon you, you remain in total consonance. The sound of your own mind and your heart, your body and your psyche, leaves the perfect resonance, they are supposed to have, yet, you don’t disdain, you don’t curse the destitute of your soul. The overshadowing of your personality, your inner self, by the so encountered play, makes no difference, you remain dormant, no defense, not at all. And that is when, like a toddler you just learn, learn the language of the play, acclimatize with whatever comes, face the wind as it touches your dermis, and just let things happen, as they come. Like the seasons, plays change, the lines change, story changes, and so do the characters. Not only of the characters in the story, but every bit of their personality, their hues and their soul. The shedding of their soul, to take another shape, to mould oneself into some other form, as the story mutates.