Abnormality around me

My mind stumbles upon the energies roaming around me.

As if they are blind to the reality.

Making abnormal normal.

Categorizing everything as right or wrong as per the situation pleases.

Right or wrong, morals or immoral, obligations and responsibilities, are limitations to oneself.

Superficial limitations, created to please oneself, created to not to see beyond the perspective.

Consequence of morality is emotion. A distressed situation, a dilemma, not needed, but created, from which you can’t escape, ignore, skip, or distract from.

A useless emotion, enough to ruin yourself, enough to distract you more from reality, enough to make you egoistic, enough to make you unactionable.

(The painting is by Amitava Kumar, its some random Central Park in New York City, which I don’t even know. It makes me think of a space where there is no abnormalities, no right, no wrong, where I can exist and see things as they are, and not worry about any obligations)