After watching overly sappy never-ending love stories, I still prefer ronin and saw (all parts). I do not like disgusting macho-chauvinistic mahaul, I also do not have a fanatical liking towards feministic approach to life in general.
So the story is…
About the lost dignity or not, its about the composure found or maybe not, it could be about the life left behind or even about the life caught on…
What ever it is at the end of the day, it’s about you, me (not us) and them. It’s about the false streak of a non-existent parallel universe, confused and belligerent that our excessively possessed minds believed in. So, no wonder! la vie est the way its meant to be.
Looking at the formatting palette I was wondering if life could be packaged on;
Alignment and spacing
Bullets and numbering
Borders and shading
Margins and theme
All this does exist but on a word doc. and on several other applications ofcourse; structured and defined ways of making more sense.
The point is… okay so, there isn’t any; it’s all in the head. Webbed!
So how does life move from point A to point B to C, D and E…it doesn’t, we drag our feet to work, we drag ‘em back home and rubbish whatever happens in between-most of us do this the rest just pretend. I do both, and consider myself lucky!!!
The checkered-top cooper outside my window parked in someone else’s garage is no longer there, ☹. I cant have a rotten day already it barely even began I haven’t even dissected anyone’s speech yet. Everything’s on pause. Without sparks and colours, life can be pure black, white or max - confused grey. The fakeness the lies of paranoia-stricken (dis)believers perpetuates them not to see the colours, nor the black, the white or the confused grey.
Life loses meaning everyday, everyday we negotiate with ourselves, make new set of promises, build hopes, complicate things a little further in a bid to simplify it little more, self tutor ourselves the art of forgetting, dream new dreams, believe in all the good things to come on a silver platter (yeah right as if…), plan to learn new things, plan to be more productive than yesterday or even the day before (which was just sitting on your high-back staring at the ceiling, wishing you were sober so you could concentrate)…
So how does life move from point A to point B, are spaces of experiences in-between worth telling, okay insufficient words have left me in a haze as I try to make up some lame ass story to justify my lost cause. Perhaps it may seem as if my purposes never matched my act but I do draw a straight-line walk on both sides and then figure out which signboard to follow, many lose me in the process. Theoretically speaking, in.dif.fer.ence is like a blessing in disguise, it helps when needed the most. So either you’re born with it, or you wait until life kicks you so hard in the face that it makes you make a conscious effort to pick on the trait before it’s too late.
Life is about people having a weird sense of humor.
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