Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Fairy tales were the warm welcomes that received us into the lives we are in. Then reality started knocking on the doors of our lives some time later. Slowly, it enters into our lives. Kicking out one fairytale at a time with every step it takes. Don't you think that life is all about lies? Lies to keep us living on. Always telling us that there is something to look forward to. But is there really that something? That something could be a simple fairytale, a faith, some kind of reward or whatever you have in mind... It is what fuels you to live. I am not talking about work or stuff. Just simply living. Then as you reach the end of your life, you found out that the very thing you live for is just a childish dream. Or maybe by that time, u have already forgotten about the something you once wanted. Because reality came in.
I don't know what is the something I live for anymore. It has been blurred some time ago. At times, I wonder if I am still living or am I now a machine which keeps on thinking that it has life, a social circle, feelings and therefore is human. I was scolding somebody just now but I didn't feel anything as I scolded. I realized that words of anger could be used even when the anger wasn't there. Am I real? I know I am because I am feeling something for some time. Something that makes me feel a bit loser-ish at the same time. sucks...
The Origin. 10/24/2007 10:02:00 pm