She was just as anxious as William... for this was to be their first date(since he came home anyways)...their first sense of intimacy to console their insecurity...or thats what they thought anyways. She's hysterically excited yet confusingly baffled... She knew that she could no longer keep the truth from William. This was the night where all would be revealed.. The night where William will choose to forgive her or forget her... The night where truth rips through all lies and deceit...This was the night...
She was not the only one excited and anxious... William had his own little surprise too...Tonight was the night where he would have it all or nothing at all... The awkward emotions between them...the hesitated routines... "it was my fault" he thought.. All this time William had blamed himself for his "inadequacy" as a companion..That was always Will's strength ...and weakness. He had a self imposed responsiblity which often forced him to blame himself..Now, he saw his absence as the problem and looked to commitment as the answer... the ultimate commitment in fact - marriage... He decided to propose to her that night...that supposedly romantic night which he had planned out with such precision... it was now or never because they both knew this relationship was goin down the depths of the deepest ruins...
Both William and his beloved were about to find out the truth and the commitment...
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Misconceptions of Love (Part 6)
Despite the comfort, despite the security, despite William, deceit is the only plague in her dreams. William is home, yet its still not the same. She used to embrace him with such affection, such devotion, such warmth but now...it wasn't the same. The usual peck on the cheek was given only through hesitated routine. Her hands used to caress his somewhat unrefined cheeks with absolute passion, now she had lost that sense of amore. At night, she was accustomed to embracing his coarse body. The body which was, to her, once magnificent and robust...now merely indifferent. All this changes, not in actions but in the passion of the action, happened not because she had lost interest in him. No... no thats far too pathetic. It was her, her distress, her indecision, her deceit that had made her feel "no less than she should" she thought. All those promiscuos nights, those fornicated nights, those cursed nights... all those lies... she was unworthy. Logic was of no consolation right now for she had surpassed rationality. Her abominable "replacement" (as she once thought) of William had degraded her to that of an unworthy trollop. She could not bare the thought of accepting such allegiance from William but at the same time, she loved him dearly. She refused to let go of him; his keen smile, his fond gaze, his amity... So, this being said, she thought "that's all I can do for now"... that's all she can do; to detach, to sever, to live divvied, yet to love, to hope and to embrace what's left of the ruins of their lingering relationship.
William now realizes the hesitation, the unwillingness, the mere routines... its no longer his deranged imagination as he had once thought... Nevertheless, the love for her never did change. He embraced her as he always had, arms around her lower back, face tucked into the side of her delicate neck, harassing her dark silky hair, breathing in, once again, that familiar smell..."the scent of Afrodite herself". He sensed the growing crack between the walls of their love. And, to him, it was only him to blame, after leaving her for such a long time, she was still getting used to the past comfort which had finally returned. At least that's what he consoled himself with, but at the back of his mind, he knew there was more than just customary subject..."Of course, its probably just my imagination" he thought, keeping that ridiculous idea unreacheable for now but yet he offered the only thing he could... himself
William now realizes the hesitation, the unwillingness, the mere routines... its no longer his deranged imagination as he had once thought... Nevertheless, the love for her never did change. He embraced her as he always had, arms around her lower back, face tucked into the side of her delicate neck, harassing her dark silky hair, breathing in, once again, that familiar smell..."the scent of Afrodite herself". He sensed the growing crack between the walls of their love. And, to him, it was only him to blame, after leaving her for such a long time, she was still getting used to the past comfort which had finally returned. At least that's what he consoled himself with, but at the back of his mind, he knew there was more than just customary subject..."Of course, its probably just my imagination" he thought, keeping that ridiculous idea unreacheable for now but yet he offered the only thing he could... himself
Monday, April 09, 2007
Home Sweet Home (Part 5)
Time begins to close in on him as his perpetual journey comes to a silent end. William finally reaches his destination, his very own origin that is. He takes a life-changing step out of the brilliant yellow cab. Standing right outside his very own bi-levelled house, his origin, his destination, in awe of it's architectual ingenious which was once just a part of the past of mediocracy. Gazing at this house as if it were never his, as if the house itself was of the utmost importance. "Home sweet home" he thought. He takes a solemn, deep yet satisfying breath and paces toward the doorsteps of the house, somewhat obvious of anticipation. He lays his backpack on the green lush doormat, expecting to embrace his beloved. He knocks on his very own door for the first time in years, listening attentively to any sort of movement in the house, anything to indicate her presence. He hears a tweek in his house, recognizing it to be from the stairwell. He was overwhelmed with emotions of such bliss, it could be imaginary. The door is opened, his call was answered.
There was a pause for a moment, it didnt seem to be an awkward pause but a pause which had to be, only to recall her beauty and ellegance, not just through a mere hand-held picture but through full-fledged, full-blown flesh and blood. The awkward only came through her momentary unwilling hesitation to embrace him as her lover. Her distinct one-of-a-kind beauty compensated for small details. He shrugged the thoughts of her hesitation as his mere imagination, embracing her only as he was supposed to. She was in tears, not weeps or sobs, but tears of joy and relief; relieved that William was finally back in her grasp and overjoyed that she is back in his. They talked...for a while, exhanging experiences and thoughts as time passed by.
The night was young but William wasn't. He was exhausted. She was somewhat relieved not only that he had fallen fast asleep in her arms but also because she couldn't bare the thought of any physical intimacy now. She couldn't bare the thought of anything too intimate only... only because after all those nights, all those promiscuous nights, all the deceit was still well acquainted with her. She condones her deceit for now, just for tonight with the security of William's presence. She silently, yet reluctantly dozes off into the night as she lie arm in arm with William, her one true love...
There was a pause for a moment, it didnt seem to be an awkward pause but a pause which had to be, only to recall her beauty and ellegance, not just through a mere hand-held picture but through full-fledged, full-blown flesh and blood. The awkward only came through her momentary unwilling hesitation to embrace him as her lover. Her distinct one-of-a-kind beauty compensated for small details. He shrugged the thoughts of her hesitation as his mere imagination, embracing her only as he was supposed to. She was in tears, not weeps or sobs, but tears of joy and relief; relieved that William was finally back in her grasp and overjoyed that she is back in his. They talked...for a while, exhanging experiences and thoughts as time passed by.
The night was young but William wasn't. He was exhausted. She was somewhat relieved not only that he had fallen fast asleep in her arms but also because she couldn't bare the thought of any physical intimacy now. She couldn't bare the thought of anything too intimate only... only because after all those nights, all those promiscuous nights, all the deceit was still well acquainted with her. She condones her deceit for now, just for tonight with the security of William's presence. She silently, yet reluctantly dozes off into the night as she lie arm in arm with William, her one true love...
William (Part 4)
William, a relentless lover...no,the relentless lover, flashes back through the wits of time while he endures this distant ride home. Yet, through distance comes anticipation. This distance, clawing through his fragile innards, allowing him only to think of the times which he had once taken for granted. The times which he now have come to terms with. The times which he is now anticipating. Only this time around, he wouldn't make such a foolish mistake again.
There was once a mistake.A mistake which he had had the priviledge of a second chance. All this travelling, all this distance, all this time... only present because of this mistake. He was somewhat disgruntled with the past. His life was "pointless and unfullfilling" as he put it. The past had brought him only a "mediocre lifestyle", a woman, few friends and a... well, it's obvious... it wasnt much to him then. He was tired and weary of his life. Through the experiences of this distant "trip", he has come to realize, it was not his surroundings which had bothered him, it was him... he was insatiable. Now, through his pioneer ideal, that which was once "mediocre" is now glorious, she who was once just "a woman" is now his enticing lover, the measely quantity of his friends was irrelevant because now all he saw were life-long friends of quality, not quantity. It's revolutionary, he was a changed man.
The sight of a deer across the highway had drew him back to reality for a moment. He looked in his hands once again, holding the only reminder of his purpose or destination, the picture of his "one and only" as he referred to her. Once again, thoughts drifting astray, this time, to that of their first meeting. "Death by Chocolate", daunting as it may sound, that was it, their first meeting. She stood gracefully behind the counter, supposedly as cashier, "How may I help you today?" she said. William, standing in astoundment facing her, was speechless. He somewhat froze through the amazement of her beauty, her absolute, pure, innocence refined by her elegance and undeniable allure. Again she asked "May I help you today?", he wiped that primative look off his face; that absurd(yet inevitable) look every guy has the very first time they are mesmerized, chances are by lust. But this was different, he wasn't insensibly gazing at her provocative body as most guys did, it was her stunning brown eyes but for now, he snapped out of it. He answered her, and through a series of somewhat obscure and unrecalled words, she calmly accepted his invitation to their very first "date". Later, snowballing into episodes of perpetual meetings or dates, leading to their current status, what seemed to him as an inseparable bond.
There was once a mistake.A mistake which he had had the priviledge of a second chance. All this travelling, all this distance, all this time... only present because of this mistake. He was somewhat disgruntled with the past. His life was "pointless and unfullfilling" as he put it. The past had brought him only a "mediocre lifestyle", a woman, few friends and a... well, it's obvious... it wasnt much to him then. He was tired and weary of his life. Through the experiences of this distant "trip", he has come to realize, it was not his surroundings which had bothered him, it was him... he was insatiable. Now, through his pioneer ideal, that which was once "mediocre" is now glorious, she who was once just "a woman" is now his enticing lover, the measely quantity of his friends was irrelevant because now all he saw were life-long friends of quality, not quantity. It's revolutionary, he was a changed man.
The sight of a deer across the highway had drew him back to reality for a moment. He looked in his hands once again, holding the only reminder of his purpose or destination, the picture of his "one and only" as he referred to her. Once again, thoughts drifting astray, this time, to that of their first meeting. "Death by Chocolate", daunting as it may sound, that was it, their first meeting. She stood gracefully behind the counter, supposedly as cashier, "How may I help you today?" she said. William, standing in astoundment facing her, was speechless. He somewhat froze through the amazement of her beauty, her absolute, pure, innocence refined by her elegance and undeniable allure. Again she asked "May I help you today?", he wiped that primative look off his face; that absurd(yet inevitable) look every guy has the very first time they are mesmerized, chances are by lust. But this was different, he wasn't insensibly gazing at her provocative body as most guys did, it was her stunning brown eyes but for now, he snapped out of it. He answered her, and through a series of somewhat obscure and unrecalled words, she calmly accepted his invitation to their very first "date". Later, snowballing into episodes of perpetual meetings or dates, leading to their current status, what seemed to him as an inseparable bond.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
The Photograph (Part 3)
He silently lay on the lush green hills...alone, trying hard to achieve a serene state... He tries, he tries hard, he tries his hardest, and yet, without her... he can't... without her inflatuating smile, without her irresistable kiss, without her affectionate hold... He's lost. He dreams of her at night he says "life without her is like not living life at all"... Cliche as it might sound, to him, it is an inevitability... To him, life's everyday experiences can only achieve so much pleasure... The rest lies within a secret... A secret which only each man can find within himself... His secret is her... her smile, her touch, her kiss.
He ready's himself for a long journey home with only her on his mind. The thought of her fornication had never crossed his naive mind before. It couldn't have, she was all he had. He desperately needed hope. Yet, the truth of the hope was of no significance at all, or at least for now. He was blinded by his deranged obsession of her. The hope he had was not but false and yet, he was too naive to realize that. And so, he continued his journey with nothing but an illusion, waiting to be shattered at the absolute anticipated destination. He pulls himself together, packs up some food, water and the only other item which he had always carried aside from his pocket-knife, a photograph of her. He sets off for the long bus ride, clutching a picture of her in his solid hands, keeping an image of her rigidly in his mind.
She, waiting impatiently at home but at the same time, nervous and distressed by her infidelity, keeping in mind her preposterous accusation or as she called it, a "consolation". Now that her little lover boy had headed home(wherever that might be), she feels somewhat at ease with a hint of vulnerability. She paces back and forth, as if angered or agitated, deciding on the outcome of this dilemma. She finally comes to rest, lay on her satin red couch, restless and wearied, inconclusive of what shall be. She is grossly sickened by what she sees in the mirror; an adulterine, no...worse, what she sees is beyond the civilized measures of words. She looks deep within herself to find the word...a libertine in a body of a trickster she thought, sickened by the very image of herself. At that particular moment, she glances to her left, seeing the photograph of William. All the feelings of guilt, dissapointment and disgust go astray into the depths of her mind as she sees William at his best.
He ready's himself for a long journey home with only her on his mind. The thought of her fornication had never crossed his naive mind before. It couldn't have, she was all he had. He desperately needed hope. Yet, the truth of the hope was of no significance at all, or at least for now. He was blinded by his deranged obsession of her. The hope he had was not but false and yet, he was too naive to realize that. And so, he continued his journey with nothing but an illusion, waiting to be shattered at the absolute anticipated destination. He pulls himself together, packs up some food, water and the only other item which he had always carried aside from his pocket-knife, a photograph of her. He sets off for the long bus ride, clutching a picture of her in his solid hands, keeping an image of her rigidly in his mind.
She, waiting impatiently at home but at the same time, nervous and distressed by her infidelity, keeping in mind her preposterous accusation or as she called it, a "consolation". Now that her little lover boy had headed home(wherever that might be), she feels somewhat at ease with a hint of vulnerability. She paces back and forth, as if angered or agitated, deciding on the outcome of this dilemma. She finally comes to rest, lay on her satin red couch, restless and wearied, inconclusive of what shall be. She is grossly sickened by what she sees in the mirror; an adulterine, no...worse, what she sees is beyond the civilized measures of words. She looks deep within herself to find the word...a libertine in a body of a trickster she thought, sickened by the very image of herself. At that particular moment, she glances to her left, seeing the photograph of William. All the feelings of guilt, dissapointment and disgust go astray into the depths of her mind as she sees William at his best.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Consolation (Part 2)
She sleeps...somewhat agitated, restless. Tossing and turning as her delicate brunette hair folds gently over her pillow case, yet harassing her anxious face... Anxious, nervous, troubled because she was expecting a letter...a letter from her distant lover. She knew the letter was about to arrive soon, probably the very next day but was still absolutely clueless as to the content of the letter which he had written. He, William, the distant lover, the credible spouse, the ardent lover, who had travelled for thousands of miles away from home. He ,who had been away for far too long, is finally heading home. But it was to be a surprise hidden within the passionate words of the letter... for her eyes only.
Finally, she gives in to her anxiety. She sits up, pressing the bed sheet onto her bare-skinned figure; velvet skin so smooth, it could be mistaken for silk. trying not to expose so much as a glimpse of her bare chest. She crept out of bed which was now all scrunched up not only through the coarse of sleep but also through more occasional sensual and intimate activities. She tries not to awake the rugged man beside her. The man whom she only had met the night before who had accompanied her home after she had become somewhat tipsy over several margaritas. Unable to resist her deranged appeal toward this man, she had exposed herself to him intimately. She tries not to awake him. Walking to her computer, she was surprised to see that she had just received a mail. She clicks on it, hands shaking, figeting, somewhat nervous... It's a letter from William (that one kiss)... She reads it covertly as it is for her eyes only. She glances behind, making sure her little lover boy is asleep then continued her intense reading.
Guilt overthrows any sense of security. She breaks out in tears but weeps silently... alone, knowing the extent which she had betrayed him, knowing full well the loyalty he had for her and yet... She paused. Trying hard to pull herself together, she consoles herself with her feeble unworthy words "He was partly to blame too, I needed some security and comfort, and he was too far away to provide me with either". With this, she rids herself of the unbearable guilt, leaving a sense of accusation towards William's "inadequacy".
*"The One Kiss (part 1)" is the letter she receives for those of you who had not figured it out... To be continued*
Finally, she gives in to her anxiety. She sits up, pressing the bed sheet onto her bare-skinned figure; velvet skin so smooth, it could be mistaken for silk. trying not to expose so much as a glimpse of her bare chest. She crept out of bed which was now all scrunched up not only through the coarse of sleep but also through more occasional sensual and intimate activities. She tries not to awake the rugged man beside her. The man whom she only had met the night before who had accompanied her home after she had become somewhat tipsy over several margaritas. Unable to resist her deranged appeal toward this man, she had exposed herself to him intimately. She tries not to awake him. Walking to her computer, she was surprised to see that she had just received a mail. She clicks on it, hands shaking, figeting, somewhat nervous... It's a letter from William (that one kiss)... She reads it covertly as it is for her eyes only. She glances behind, making sure her little lover boy is asleep then continued her intense reading.
Guilt overthrows any sense of security. She breaks out in tears but weeps silently... alone, knowing the extent which she had betrayed him, knowing full well the loyalty he had for her and yet... She paused. Trying hard to pull herself together, she consoles herself with her feeble unworthy words "He was partly to blame too, I needed some security and comfort, and he was too far away to provide me with either". With this, she rids herself of the unbearable guilt, leaving a sense of accusation towards William's "inadequacy".
*"The One Kiss (part 1)" is the letter she receives for those of you who had not figured it out... To be continued*
That One Kiss (Part 1)
I've been across Asia, i've seen the seas in Africa, i've been through the storms of Canada, i've even been through the hills of New Zealand... and yet, all i feel, all i see, all i hope for is you... You who have kept me going all these years... you who have left me helpless in your hold which drowned my thoughts only in you... you who could leave me breathless without a single gasp of air and yet, keep me alive through one, just one infatuating kiss... The kiss which had ferociously scattered my heart in a blizzard, not of cold, windy snow, but a blizzard of bliss...eternal bliss... Bliss which had allowed me to believe in that one kiss... to believe that i'm invincible in the midst of that one kiss... to believe in that one, that very one kiss, with you...
I've been through the streets of South Africa, i've been through the towns of Shanghai, i've seen the sky-scrapers in Calgary...but i just want to come home... home, to my family, to my friends, to you... you who had remained at a status of boundless perfection... you who have only obtained such grace and composure... you who have proved yourself worthy of being impeccable, untainted, absolutely flawless... Such a smile which refuses to be denied... such a smile leaving me only with a paradisiac illusion of an impenetrable euphoria...constant and abiding... such a smile which steals away all the troubles and ponders of reality...
Because of this, this distance, this travelling, this separation, i want to be beside you, i want to breath a familiar smell, i want to hear that seductive voice, i want to see that captivating smile, i want to feel those sweet tender lips once more... i'm coming home just for that, that familiarity, that one provocative kiss...
*the life of a desperate lover, pleading only for one other, the perfect one...to be continued*
NOTE: This is something I am NOT personally going through right now. It is just something to get my writing started again and this will be continued, the love is not the end of it. Stay tuned.
I've been through the streets of South Africa, i've been through the towns of Shanghai, i've seen the sky-scrapers in Calgary...but i just want to come home... home, to my family, to my friends, to you... you who had remained at a status of boundless perfection... you who have only obtained such grace and composure... you who have proved yourself worthy of being impeccable, untainted, absolutely flawless... Such a smile which refuses to be denied... such a smile leaving me only with a paradisiac illusion of an impenetrable euphoria...constant and abiding... such a smile which steals away all the troubles and ponders of reality...
Because of this, this distance, this travelling, this separation, i want to be beside you, i want to breath a familiar smell, i want to hear that seductive voice, i want to see that captivating smile, i want to feel those sweet tender lips once more... i'm coming home just for that, that familiarity, that one provocative kiss...
*the life of a desperate lover, pleading only for one other, the perfect one...to be continued*
NOTE: This is something I am NOT personally going through right now. It is just something to get my writing started again and this will be continued, the love is not the end of it. Stay tuned.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Anti Social
I've given this quite a bit of thought... of why my family for the most part are antisocial... our antisocialness has always been such a mystery to me... I've been trying to figure this out for a year or so now... and FINALLY!!... it hit me... We are antisocial and there's no downside to it... Us, family prefer to keep our lives as family business... Only when someone has earned the trust of family and only then can we let out our life secrets... Why u ask..
Why? well...i've been wondering all this time too... aside from the obvious trust related fact, there's more to it... I feel anyways... So here goes... The ultimate answer I have been searching for... It is because of... people... yes people... friends, relatives, strangers... Nobody listens these days... People do not listen to advice, concerns or just conversations... people are too eager to talk and chat and begin a conversation instead of having a conversation... And I don't mean a conversation as in a long, dull senseless crap which people seem to exceedingly indulge in... I mean conversations about life... about where we're headed to... about "life's ethics" basically... i was raised to do more than just talk... I was raised to think... think of such things... the unnoticed dilemmas of life... The things that people, as a whole, do not normally think about... The truth which lies beyond the perception of mankind... Thats what I was raised to do... think... and yet, this thinking of such, which I now realize, is not part of the majority of lives... people don't bother to think... and talking about life could sometimes, not bore, but go beyond the capability of most... I believe that many people refuse to comprehend the truth or life's meaning, life's purpose, life's ethics...
My family and I ,on the other hand, chose to embrace this meaning and purpose... We chose to pursue this meaning to life... I choose to do so, only because I think that only through finding and achieving our purpose in life, can we enjoy life's wonders... Only through this can we achieve the inner peace which I've heard so much of and yet, failed to see a success... We strive for this inner peace... and I think lots of people do but never seem to grasp their own lives within this concept.. and I feel that life has a meaning and a purpose which is beyond just me and you... and I intend...no I have begun the pursuit of this meaning... As I said, my destination is satisfaction and I will not accept any less... more is always an option... But along the way, I shall enjoy this journey of clustered emotions and mysteries...
Why? well...i've been wondering all this time too... aside from the obvious trust related fact, there's more to it... I feel anyways... So here goes... The ultimate answer I have been searching for... It is because of... people... yes people... friends, relatives, strangers... Nobody listens these days... People do not listen to advice, concerns or just conversations... people are too eager to talk and chat and begin a conversation instead of having a conversation... And I don't mean a conversation as in a long, dull senseless crap which people seem to exceedingly indulge in... I mean conversations about life... about where we're headed to... about "life's ethics" basically... i was raised to do more than just talk... I was raised to think... think of such things... the unnoticed dilemmas of life... The things that people, as a whole, do not normally think about... The truth which lies beyond the perception of mankind... Thats what I was raised to do... think... and yet, this thinking of such, which I now realize, is not part of the majority of lives... people don't bother to think... and talking about life could sometimes, not bore, but go beyond the capability of most... I believe that many people refuse to comprehend the truth or life's meaning, life's purpose, life's ethics...
My family and I ,on the other hand, chose to embrace this meaning and purpose... We chose to pursue this meaning to life... I choose to do so, only because I think that only through finding and achieving our purpose in life, can we enjoy life's wonders... Only through this can we achieve the inner peace which I've heard so much of and yet, failed to see a success... We strive for this inner peace... and I think lots of people do but never seem to grasp their own lives within this concept.. and I feel that life has a meaning and a purpose which is beyond just me and you... and I intend...no I have begun the pursuit of this meaning... As I said, my destination is satisfaction and I will not accept any less... more is always an option... But along the way, I shall enjoy this journey of clustered emotions and mysteries...
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
The Unwritten Letter [of a mother]
My husband gives me an A
for last nights dinner
an incomplete for my ironing
a B plus in bed
My son says I am average, but if
I put my mind to it
I could improve
My daughter believes
in Pass/Fail and tells me
I pass. Wait 'til they learn
I'm dropping out
*Hahaha*
for last nights dinner
an incomplete for my ironing
a B plus in bed
My son says I am average, but if
I put my mind to it
I could improve
My daughter believes
in Pass/Fail and tells me
I pass. Wait 'til they learn
I'm dropping out
*Hahaha*
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Death
Death, be not proud of thyself
For thou art cursed amongst men
For thou hath devoured the life of many
Many men of solemn and august
and yet, thou exult the men of smut and perversity
Death, be not proud of thyself
For the days of darkness shalt strike thy insolence
For I shalt not be weary of thee
And thou shalt not be feared
For even thou shalt meet thy trumpet of doom
The time shalt come for when I shalt defy thee
I shalt march through the Kingdom of Heaven
and I shalt contemn thee
For I will no longer be bounded by thy fate
And I shalt be free
For thou art cursed amongst men
For thou hath devoured the life of many
Many men of solemn and august
and yet, thou exult the men of smut and perversity
Death, be not proud of thyself
For the days of darkness shalt strike thy insolence
For I shalt not be weary of thee
And thou shalt not be feared
For even thou shalt meet thy trumpet of doom
The time shalt come for when I shalt defy thee
I shalt march through the Kingdom of Heaven
and I shalt contemn thee
For I will no longer be bounded by thy fate
And I shalt be free
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Stupidity
People in this civilization, this current generation, the generation "Y"(i think)... the citizensof this society are no longer the clons of the past generations, the historical civilizations.. in fact, the society of today have vastly deteriorated beyond the lengths of the kings and queens of the, lets say, French Revolution... Not just the flashy, razzle-dazzle technology... but the mentality of people, the emotional stages of every distinct individual... People have changed and change is an inevitability...change is progress or change could also be regression(a step behind)... Unfortunately for us humans, the change in(the majority of) people have taken a sudden"U-turn" back... The technology which are created by these people are more advanced than anything we have ever seen before... but as I try to point out over and over again, it's not about materials... People as a whole and as an individual have to grow, gain, progress toward to betterment of humanity...
But it seems that stupidity and ignorance have consumed us... Arrogance, insensitivity, rapaciousness, greed, corruptness, delinquance, vicious malevolent characteristics have gradually yet, effectively crawled out of the sinful hearts of man... Just as a parasites suck the life out of its prey... These so called characteristics, too, have ripped through the feeble hearts of man, only to fester in the minds and souls...Lingering, waiting, craving for stupidity and ignorance to liberate the mind of all innocence and intelligence... and yet, people remain abiding to their very imbecillic and idiotic ways... People sit and stare at themselves, realizing there's a stupendous problem which cannot be cured by the wits of time... and yet, refusing, no... defying the very essence of the problem, themselves, ourselves...
How do I define stupidity and ignorance? Well... why bother, just look around us; the media, the people speak louder than words...
We have guided missiles and misguided men (Martin Luther King Jr.)
But it seems that stupidity and ignorance have consumed us... Arrogance, insensitivity, rapaciousness, greed, corruptness, delinquance, vicious malevolent characteristics have gradually yet, effectively crawled out of the sinful hearts of man... Just as a parasites suck the life out of its prey... These so called characteristics, too, have ripped through the feeble hearts of man, only to fester in the minds and souls...Lingering, waiting, craving for stupidity and ignorance to liberate the mind of all innocence and intelligence... and yet, people remain abiding to their very imbecillic and idiotic ways... People sit and stare at themselves, realizing there's a stupendous problem which cannot be cured by the wits of time... and yet, refusing, no... defying the very essence of the problem, themselves, ourselves...
How do I define stupidity and ignorance? Well... why bother, just look around us; the media, the people speak louder than words...
We have guided missiles and misguided men (Martin Luther King Jr.)
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
What Has Become of Us?
I've been working on a project regarding the world and the people in this civilization... What is becoming of us? What is happening to this world? We're all sinners, always have been and always will be... but have we become so blantant and absolutely oblivious to our wrong-doings? Homosexuality has become a major part of our world... Consumerism precedes ahead of morals and ethics... People kill and die for worldly possessions... Casual sex plays a big part in the majority of the society... Genocides in Africa going about absolutely blundered by the "high society"...Drugs plagues the minds of children... Teenagers being "socially" separated in cliques... Children, teenagers, adults; all drifting away from the teachings of their religion... Media, Hollywood influencing the young intelligent minds of our society towards the indulgence in consumerism... Terrorist organizations up and about scheming ways to take revenge... The worlds single, most famous and infamous country, absent-mindedly disregarding the lives of thousands of lives for the sake of what? Democracy or Oil??? While the rest of the world are preoccupied with their daily routines; work, classes, house chores yada yada yada... But whats happening...People in this age and time are gradually losing touch with our world... losing sight of what man was made to be... losing all sincere contact with others... People are getting accustomed to the wretchedness of this world... losing sight of the rights and wrongs... instead, indulging in what the majority of people may do... So much pain and suffering amongst people of different races, backgrounds, families, friends...All this is because of our outright ignorance(which stretches across galaxies) towards right or wrong..instead, ignoring and pushing aside the sins of man.. the wrong of us feeble humans... the acceptance of unambiguous suffering, murderous anguish, suicidal pain...Pain is not an inevitability, its an outcome or consequence of our actions...Our actions and doings cause us to be happy, painful, sorry, dissapointed, etc... Ignorance toward such unmistakable wrong doings can only cause pain, agony and suffering... People try to blame others, blame parents, blame friends, blame teachers, blame God but...We, OURSELVES, are causing a manifestation of a suffering amongst our fellow people and to ourselves... Such irreversible affliction which is so simple and plain but apparently, hard to comprehend...Are we really the civilized people we refer ourselves as? Are we of such ignorance to indulge in this oblivious massacre of people in this time and age? Are we really of such crudeness to be proud of these wretched people we have turned into? This indulgence in the superiority of stupidity...
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