Geometry of life

Sometimes I geometrically analyze this existential reality, we as a point traversing a curvy plane. Well of course, there is a beginning and an end, with end I do not mean death, death is the final stop in this plane, end is a choice you make during your journey before you ultimately call it quits. Then, in between is a curvature called life with all its inevitable beauties and complexities.
But what if I am not a part of this existential plane instead I am a tangent with the same beginning and end, only touching the curvy life but never crossing paths with it. That makes me wonder where I truly belong.. What I truly understand.. What is my in between..



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