Thursday, December 30, 2004
It's the way things go. That's what they tell us.
When something fall, it will soon rise.
The Law of Opposites.
But haven't you notice that usually, the poor will always remain poor and the rich goes on being richer?
Where's the truth in this?
It is not good to be the scum laying at the bottom of the ocean, watching the larger fishes swim above you, admiring the translucent jellyfish float aimlessly on the very top. Sometimes, being free is good. Being aimless is even better. What use is a scum? What use is there to have the notion, the urge to rise above the tides, to watch the blue skies and fluffy white clouds when everything there is anchors you down. Some people are born with wings, some with feet and some with fins. But thereby lying in the deepest crevises, lie those who have nothing at all. Not even the sturdiest of earth to cling on to. Not even a thought. Which is not a good thing either. This does not equates to being free, feet above ground. It's having nothing to hold on to. Having no one to acknowledge your existence and offering you a piece of land, a corner of the earth, a slice of space to call yours.
Nothing is real. You deny reality but you hang on to it still, afraid you might lose it still. It gives you a sense of saneness but at the same time, taking away chunks of it. But what good is it, 'hanging on'? Rocks tumble, earth slips, grips loosen, you fall. Rise again? How? Enveloping you is fear at its hilt. Even the air around you suffocates. But the irony is, how far down can you still fall, when the lowest is where you've been? How much can you take before you hear the crunch behind you. But, who cares? No one, that's the thing. Who notices? Well, the fishes. But, what good are they? Swoop down and break your fall with their flimsy fins? You realise that it's not water, it's air. Not friction, no restriction. You just FALL.
