Un-horizon

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Here we are in middle of life, nowhere to go nothing to do. No lines around us, living freely. This is everyone’s story, fortunately or unfortunately you decide. They say that everyday could be a bright day if you look at it the right way, that’s what it means to be selfish, you have to watch only one thing, its all about you-your views, your perspectives. Individualism suddenly stares you point-blank in the face. You didn’t ask for it, they call you the chosen one now. The fantasies the world makes, seems like there’s no limit to them, a fly becomes a dragon and a castle becomes a thatch-roof hut. Peaceful co-habitation is supposed to be the only option here, sounds like we’re in denial.

There seems to be no room in our own “La-de-da” world, but for whom? That’s why we need change, not drastic, those are never called changes. It’s always been slow rolling for this Bus; monotony never was a desired quality. People were always living and dying through the times why does it suddenly matter. Humpty-Dumpty’s are gaining power and Simple Smith’s are falling of cliffs. If there’s no limit then where do we stop? That’s the catch, we don’t. You have to keep going no matter how slow, you will get there, Newton already proved that. We don’t seem to realize that we decide the end, unconsciously guiding ourselves to our destiny, if you reach the end good for you, if not, then too, good for you. It’s all about perspectives at the end of the corridor, we all have it. It’s just who actually gets there.