Of change and other blurred emotions

You look back, at some of the nice moments you've had. They make you nostalgic and acutely uncomfortable considering that you can never go back to them, that you can never live them again. They are done with, and that makes you sad.


Life changes, so do things around you. Like they say, Change is the only constant. Who they? Maybe the Gods. Or maybe some stupid old man who lived in the house next to your father/mother when he/she was a kid. He passed on this completely useless piece of information to them, who in turn passed it on to you. Taking into account the intense stupidity behind the line, I think it must be the Gods.
Is change genuinely that important enough to be constant? I'd say no. 

Life is like blurred vision. One of those days, when your crossing the street and you black out, unable to sense anything around you, yep, that's life. Things happen, most of them revolving around you, but you're not able to sense their cause, or the meaning behind the happening. Nor can you stop the things from happening. You get very uncomfortable and there is this urgent need to run away to somewhere, but you can't. So you stay, and are clueless, and ultimately, you cry yourself to sleep.  

You do realize that you are not protected anymore. It's not easy to risk venturing into an un-guaranteed field, like a swing. Cause if you fall, nobody would care to pick you up. Not me, not him, not her. Yes, you're left to witness everything change, including yourself. 

Trivial things matter more. Important ones, are allowed to pass under the table.

Precocious, scared, neglected, clueless. We are all left to wither and change, into people we do not want to be. Silently hoping to be someone else, that you never can be. The paradigm is nothing short of stupid. But then, you're living the paradigm, aren't you? No, it's just that you don't have much choice.

Sometimes, don't you witness immense rage building up inside of you? Rage, for people, you cannot harm. Even if you wanted to. You wish you were a ninja then, or a disguised robot, who could effortlessly kill the very same people. You silently hope that they'd die, taking their cynicism, stupidity, hypocrisy and lameness to hell. 

The opposite of creativity is cynicism- Esa Saarinen.

The books that the world calles immoral, are the books that show the world its own shame-Oscar Wilde

World, like seriously, how about some sense?