There
are so many people trying to fit in the society molds , it's bad for
them , I think.
Why
bother, when all of us are who we are, and we are going to be gone
soon enough.
What
I have now is the bursts of good memories that maybe never were, and
thinking of
the
past makes it seem more alluring. Memories are made , they do not
just happen.
Just
like re-writing a page of your diary, with every passing year . But
there is something
inevitable,
and sweet, no matter how far you go, or high you fly, you'll come
back down
to
earth. One of these days, you will be a post on an internet forum , 5
years ago, 10.
Fifty
years from now , you will be what you felt that night when you
reminisced,
but
you won't be there to feel it. You, along with the rest of us, will
be just another
pawn
that came into this world only to leave it . Soon enough, this story
will be told
again,
from a different perspective, in another time. From another mind, and
til we all
return
to our rightful place, the solitary bliss of nothingness, it will be
a recurring theme
of
our daily lives. An elephant in the room that noone dares to notice.
Willingly burdening oneself with duties of the Western mindset. Turn
on the refrigerator
and
change the channel once again then, you paid for it with your whole
life. Smile, because the trip is so short, that it makes it seem
sweeter at the end, than at the start.
Look
back towards the past that comes running towards you, and flattens
you with
the
power of the present.
