Sunday, November 13, 2011

Of status and power


The weak kneels and bows before the powerful. Survival of the fittest, that's how this materialistic world runs. An invisible hierarchy, a system that keeps the weak in check while the strong rules. Everybody wants a taste of that power, gluttony in its own individual way. Money, sex and status, the very things that empowers every individual. Gracefully pouncing on top of the human food chain; it has been like this for thousands of years. Seriously, what a fucked up way of life......

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Life is like a boat....

"Nobody knows who I really am
I never felt this empty before
And if I ever need someone to come along
Who's gonna comfort me and keep me strong

We are all rowing the boat of fate
The waves keep on comin' and we can't escape
But if we ever get lost on our way
The waves would guide you through another day"

Constantly fretting over the anonymous, the unknown. The emptiness that never fills even after a filling meal. Looking up to the starless sky night after night, with a lit of a cigarette hoping to see a shooting star. The hopes that temporary fills your never-ending hunger for some miracle to drop down from the heavens and hit you on your head knowing deep down it never will happen; yet, the rich sings "miracles happen when you believe". The poor ever weary in the race of life, so caught up with keeping fill that they missed out the rest in which made them strong.

Can't help but to wonder, what is the purpose of everything? The fight to survive, the fight for status and power, the fight for ideals, the fight for beliefs; yet what is the point of everything in the end? A short span of life, twirling about reality. The weak calls it fate or destiny while the strong says its pure determination. A society of mix-beliefs and endless thoughts, sometimes i need a little break and that simple little thing...*secret

I really need that tea and that "me" moment by the window staring into rain......hmmmm perhaps.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Like A Mary-Go-Round...

Walking along the ever chaotic people filled pavement down that busy street of some unknown district in a well-known city; i find my presence inevitably in the unknown. They were all laughing, talking about how their day went by in pairs and groups of four. With cars and trucks buzzing hastily by the road, emitting the all so familiar smell of carbon gases. I lit up my cigarette, adjusted the straps of my bag and continued down that long journey in this safe but crazy world.

There is certainly no where like home yet, everyone leaves home for a depending if not fixed period of time everyday. In between that time frame, many characters come into play. Whether your meeting your boss or your colleagues at work or hanging with friends for a drink or a movie. We put up different suits and roles just to fit in the society of whatever that is required. Some call it socializing, others call it adapting; i call it a play. Life is like a play on stage, characters changes with the scenes and the colorful drama-filled ethics. Now, knowing that is it safe to say that we are all alone; deep down inside.

As the day passes by, i find myself disturbingly uncomfortable with the word socializing. Maybe perhaps the quiet, introvert me is the only thing that isn't a suit. Now, i wonder.....