“No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.”
― Gautama Buddha, Sayings Of Buddha
The Dypsis lutescens was obscuring my site. No idea how it came so far. Plants over plants standing between my life and my idea of it. Something to take care of. Something to give my unwonted love to. Every move obstructed by green leaves. My babies. The place my unwanted love goes to, every week, every day.
Today I went to a party. I was the oldest one there and I felt really old. Every conversation, every move, a reminder of lost youth. They have no worries or ideas of how life really is and no intention of finding out. Possibilities. I can’t even remember the time life seemed so full of potential. Worries seemed so big and yet nothing mattered, but no one told me.
There it was the reminder of age. You are old. You are getting old. Just a few years between us and the world looks like a different place. They looked at me like an alien. A relict of a time long gone. A lonely statue lost in the desert. No fun, no aspirations, just a vague idea of how the world works. Trivial stuff nobody needs. I remember the time I thought my parents were old. They were in their thirties and could not explain to me, age doesn’t matter.
Time flies by but not fast enough. So much to do. So little motivation. How are we supposed to leave a mark on this world in these conditions? The world is dying, and nobody is paying attention.
Work. No matter what we do, we do it for the money. To survive. But how many of us have the luxury of doing something that matters?
We are alone. Eight billion people. Each and every one trying to survive. Alone. Some settle for people they do not trust. Some choose loneliness instead of lies and some still struggle to find the dream.
The stupid dream. Brainwashed heads. Believing it can get better. Believing the one is out there somewhere, just to keep our minds of the fact that we are all alone. No one cares if something happens. No one cares if the world comes to an end. No one cares the world has forgotten the values we so love to see on the screen.
Sacrifices. Unnoticed. Unwanted. No one asked for.
A pure manifestation of love we make fun of. Unappreciated.
So much input, so many possibilities and we still believe we can have it all. Aren’t you paying attention? Aren’t you seeing what’s in front of you? Where is the love? Where is the recognition and respect for those brave enough to show it?
Aromatic deception 