My Two Sides of Thinking

That one sunny day was like any other ordinary day. People walk, people run. Some were in a hurry while others were almost strolling. "The same usual day every single day," I told myself. Same usual day. Like the people on the streets, thoughts wander about in my own whimsical world inside my head. Somewhere in my mind, capricious children are dancing and singing their hearts out. Theirs was a place full of colors and hues, of smiles and laughter. Even a word as abstract as happiness can literally define what I am seeing. On the other end of it, I see overly-serious grown-ups sitting, then, typing, typing and typing. Never have I seen a place where no one hardly move, not a single muscle was  moved to even attempt to put on a smile. There was silence and nothing else. Dead air almost always envelopes for only the ticking of the clock and the click and clack of the keyboard can be heard.

Two thoughts, struggling inside me. Each one trying to outwit one another. The former tries to fiddle, yet the latter remains unfazed. Unfathomable they may seem, but that is what exactly is struggling in my thinking.