I am really a hundred years old or maybe young enough to see the world as it is . I am definitely not 26. I don't envision a bright future. I know it does not exist for anyone. The least I can hope for is a future which doesn't put me out of my comfort zone too often. I would just like to exist till it is time to go. I might become successful myself but for some reason I have always thought of success to be a term used for describing progress of, if not only my country, the whole mankind. But I realise, I can be successful in "comparison" to someone who is unsuccessful. My progress should not be the result of some inherent flaw in the social dealings of man. And so, success stops existing.
A deity stopped existing long ago. No one to look up to. We are all wrong if morals exist. Emotions don't exist; they are electromagnetic waves, they tell us. Love, another such wave. What's disturbing me is that I believe them; that is, if belief exists.
In a mostly non-existent world, what remains is some stray smiles, some useless instincts. I maintain, the neo cortex has spoiled much the essence of the animal man is. We are wearing a headgear of extra brain cells and we know what crowns are valued now. The queen is an excrescence. The Arab land is witnessing a spring. I am digressing. All I meant to say is I am tired. And so is the world.
