written ages ago

It has been a week since last week, and I seem to have lost the inspiration I got from traveling too much (maybe!). Listening to Life and Love songs, and looking out the window of Mr. Warden's bus was all I needed to dive into my contemplative mood. It is Fall that ignites all my childlike, mediocre-phobic thoughts; and it seemed that she was everywhere in Gettysburg. Looking at my friend's picture last night reminded me of the thoughts I had while I was walking down the place where brothers fought each other in the name of principles. And I remembered, that when I looked at the thousands graves of the unknown soldiers, I came to the conclusion that our society is way too much selfish. It's no surprise of course, because we are proud of it, it's everywhere, it's manifest. "All Shame Left Behind" would be a perfect motto for this prostitute world. Of course, we preach goodness, compassion, understanding, and all the other nice things that have been preached for generations and generations, but they have lost their essence during the journey. And even though we have made tremendous developments in some aspects, they are still not enough, in my eyes, to justify the attitude we have adopted toward the good, the bad and the ugly. No one cares anymore, and the definition of carpe diem metamorphosed, sucking the life out of life itself. I fear for where we are going, especially after reading Aldous Huxley's "Brave New World". It seems like the prophecy is getting closer to reality day after day, and that is frightening. Living in denial, getting high everyday on drugs, or alcohol, or consumerism, or the thirst for money and losing souls in the process define this coward world. The problems are still there, though. No matter how hard we close our eyes and wish that responsibility will not be needed after the opening, the need will still be there, waiting for us to wake up. And some of us fortunately wake up, but unfortunate events are often what prompt these awakenings. Let's just hope that life will slap us as soon as possible, because it would be a shame to miss some opportunities that will not come around twice. And I keep on philosophizing through thin air, holding desperately on the blueness of the sky, and wasting my time, because I am human...and also a product of post-modern times. No matter how hard I hope or try, I still remain a hypocrite because it floats in my genes like in the genes of the rest. It is inherent. It is destiny.