By: Fraiere
Life is not exciting but people love to live life to the fullest even though they only get dozens of never ending problems. People like living under the sun covered by the clear blue sky but do they see beyond what hides them? Beyond the sky; a life far from they have at the moment will be spoon fed to them. It is an outrageous thought but there’s the possibility that it can be true. People will not be living under a ruling worst than slavery. Everyone will be at peace with anyone. The nation will not have any problems at all. But possibilities can turn impossible if people don’t think properly and act well. They will be puppets; toys of the abusive politicians tied to wires instead of strings that are pierced deep into their skin. Their bodies will be suddenly left by their souls and will be sitting dummies in wait for the orders of someone superior than they are.
Life is simply impossible to predict but people are not clairvoyants to do so. Maybe it is better for them to go where life drifts them to. Life is just an abyss of the unknown that can lead someone anywhere either towards richness or towards poverty or worst. They are only followers of their own will, slaves of their own being; robots in the flesh. They are living puppets with their puppeteers holding their souls with intertwined velvet strings.
As new waves of symphonic activities run its course, each and everyone follows its unending tracks towards something that will mold the new core of their life’s impediment. A metamorphosis of souls longing to be a vision of others; an artwork of an indie artist incomparable to those which are already known to all that exists.
Everyone is just a random persona amongst the crowd that expects a load of unspecific racial norms to be pursued just to say I’m one of them. Society is simply the new battle field that one or two people need to survive in order to be within the crowd. Every single person is included in an army; the group they belong to which fights for the power, to be on top of the society. Be the strongest among the personalities that flood the sinister realm of the unknowing and to seize the supremacy. Be the conqueror of everyone, the symbol for a new ruler of the empire which everyone fell in love with at first sight. It is simply a lame battle that anyone puts interests to. A despicable excuse just to be part of something new and be within the barriers put up by sovereignty.
“I’m one with the society but I’m not a spawn that thrives within the womb of the new Gaea. Her evolution infects a nauseous soul within its reach. I’m not one of them. I stand with my feet firm on the ground never letting my soul be seduced by the image of something new. I thirst for what it can give but I’m not foolish enough to be one of them. I’m not a stereotype of the society. I’m a noble outcast; a prodigy that will incarnate the former premise that every one of us should live by.” A person of the crowd should say and propagate aloud.
***THE END***
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