Everyday the cycle repeats, and life is a never-ending repetition. A machination that will continue until its eventual destruction. Some may have done their life meaningful, some may not. Some may persist until then end of their capacity while some broke down because they can't take it anymore. Destiny is apathetic, it doesn't matter if you're the chosen one, or if you're just a number in statistic for the world. And the end of the they, everyone meets death.
And everything changed when the midnight strikes.
I'm supposed to be dead at that time. I woke up in my nightmares, sweating bullets, breathing for air but I couldn't sense my heart beating anymore. I'm dead and I'm sure of it. However, I'm also alive, unbounded by the natural law. I met death itself, it tried to grab me but couldn't. Hence, my life continued as usual. That life is the life I never wanted. Sometimes I wished that I died that day.
So when every midnight strikes, I would unconsciously wake up even though I'm awake and even finding myself gasping for air. I didn't bullet sweats anymore nor do I need to sleep. There isn't even a dream. Its like I'm just a broken piece of machine that can't function anymore, completely useless. I feel nothing, nothing and nothing.
My originally no purpose life becomes just a void. However, I saw the world completely different than before, at least now its more... ethereal? I existed within the world of the living yet it seems so far to me. I can't even see nor sense the door to the Underworld.
The world of living voids spirits of the dead, there's even no supernatural entities except death who comes back and forth from who knows where.
So my life will go on for a long period of time, people would realized my unaging properties, immunity to diseases, and self-regenerating properties. So many midnights have strike and I wouldn't know when it will end. I have just continued my life uncaringly to the living world.
And it would be late when I realize, if there death and destiny, of course obviously there will be life. How stupid of me, or maybe my brain already stopped functioning properly the day I died. Back to life, I saw it with my own eyes. The life, the life of the world, the elements, the destiny, the death. Yes, death is another form of living, and I'm also not that special also not that unique, because everyone and anyone could experience midnight at another form. Living could mean death and vice versa.
What I mean is, living isn't all about purpose, nor is it all about just going with the flow. A true meaningful life is living meaningfully. Joking aside, its the process of reflection, not only to oneself but also to the coincidences of the world. Midnight refers to the state of understanding nothing, futility and the obviousness. It doesn't make us shallow, because only when we understand what shallow is, would be question if there is something more than it, be it deeper or shallower.
And the end of the day, the shallow represent a human's destiny. While shallower shows his/her life not seeking the deeper meaning, turning blind eyes for the truth, on the otherhand, deeper represents death, where he/she drowns to the depths of corruption, and the ugliness of the reality.
However, that is midnight. So what if, I say what if... Noon strikes?
