all that matters

It works this way; some have it better than others. Period.

Some were naturally born with a silver spoon in their mouths. Some could crawl through the crevices of the world with a mask that shields their true personality –and actually succeed. Some simply have the universe on their side all the time.

It seems this way to the rest of us; injustice being the antagonist of our lives.

Some are struggling to make ends meet. Some who gave their all but never got appreciated. Some who tripped and stumbled and are simply tired to fall again.

Why?

Quit the generic answers like ‘because this is how life is’ or ‘you see your life like a glass half empty’. And no, do not bring up the God card.

May we find answer as time continues to do its thing. For the ‘blessed’ ones may lose the power on a rainy day, and the ones who had been through a tiny fraction of hell may be seated on cloud nine.

This might not be the perfect solution, but this satisfies my crumpled heart.

(And for now, the satisfaction is all that matters.)

word barf #5: by leaps and bounds

Sometimes the first flower that blooms is the first to die. Too early. Too young. Too vulnerable.

Yet things play differently to the brighter creatures in this planet. Perhaps it is alright to charge head on to the years beyond the present. Maybe it is okay to strip off everything and turn an almost 180 degrees.

Write a new chapter, not a new book which has no relation to the first. Chase for the things you’re meant to chase, not the things you will chase years ahead from now. Growing up is involuntary, but why are we volunteering to be much older than we currently are?

The world is now moulded into something much more, and more does not simply means good. Society has set the bar much higher, and we have to reach those standards. Look at those trembling young fingers holding a makeup brush. See that fifteen-year-old spending all his savings just for the shoes currently in ‘style’.

They blossom too soon. Too influenced by the unconscious rules the globe has set. Too unmellow to think of the long term. That money can be saved for something much better. That ‘priority’ should be replaced with a responsibility much greater.

And when we grow up faster than we should, we think we gain. True, but it is not as much as how much we will lose. We say that we do not want to grow up, but ironically we indulge ourselves into more responsibilities which we should face when we are older. Perhaps by this we lose will our old friends and definitely we will lose our time. Nonetheless, the crucial thing of all is that we will lose ourselves.

Us in five years’ time will not be the same us we aspire to be in five years’ time.

Who are we to fiddle the clock? Let time take its course.

it ticks me off

who created time?
day was when the sun was up
night was when the sky grew dark
minutes, hours, seconds -foreign
only the human mind can invent
those numbers that restricts us
our liberty turned to limitation
importance like birth and death
not routine -this isn’t a system
humans; brilliant yet foolish
for we don’t live in time
but time lives in us