I was thinking about... about an idea. They say that the world's most powerful explosive is the human idea, you know. Wandering through some pictures, I caught myself staring at my own figure, face and everything; didn't see much, just... the hollowness and its consequences: earth-colored skin tone, small eyes, big eyes, same shade, they used to glow once, now they have LEDs to make them sparkle a bit, what a help... anyway, a body I'm not happy with, I really do look old except my face.
In some parallel universe I must be what I want to be. In this one I'm just what I've built: no more vivid dreams, achievable through labor as I see it, no more miracles or whooping situations to get out from, it all seems to go one way, a kind of sinking sands, a dead end, but in the end if I'm willing to exit this shit hole I might as well take my chances. It's 3:18 in the morning, I still have to do 3 papers for that exam coming up today at 10:00 AM, I'm so not in the mood... and I so cannot see the point in doing them. Endlessly unsatisfied, endlessly searching with my mind, and when will I find the time to search when I'm thorn up between having money and doing some research in the fields I hunger for? I guess the balance inclines in the "profit making" direction. How... pitiful.
We are is what we build and what we build will last us in time. What we are willing to sacrifice in this honor is not something to be considered lost, but something transformed into better ideas, better methods, better thinking. It will not last us forever and when the time comes to build again we must change perspectives, and that, my friends, is the hard part because it requires us a lot of thinking and a subtle yet brutal and unpreceded change. Yes, the keyword to all of this is change, and whether we like it or not, even if the efforts are considerable and the results may be more than satisfactory, the time to take it all over again gains upon us once more and once more...
And do you know what happens when we refuse to follow this natural yet planned course? We lose ourselves to the world of working for a better or stable future with high chances of never getting there. at all.
That.. would be all.
