Walking down the alleyways on a rainy late afternoon sounds rather pleasing - almost soothing. It only rained a few hours ago and the roads are still damp, but the sky seems as if the night is looming over like a dark blanket when it was barely late afternoon - the slightly chilly wind didn't help with the gloomy environment. The world seems slowed down - no hurried movements, an almost deserted road. When usually at this hour the street would be bustling, there were merely a few people minding their own business. Hmm, minding their own business. It's rather amusing to see how a little rain can impose a slow motion almost instantly. The weather even though in all sense, gloomy and depressing, but perfect weather to lay back and relax in the cozy - then again... I've always liked to perceive mundane lives during rain.
What sort of charm can a benign life like this hold!
Humans are amusing creatures - sometimes readable and sometimes indecipherable. Their responses often put me in dilemma - they're so vocal about their originality and freedom while following orders and mimicking; a living breathing contradiction to its formulated ideologies and often indecisive about the littlest things. They follow and gather like a herd of sheep. Sheep yes, that's what they remind me of - one tailing the other mindlessly only to be butchered afterward.
A pathetic life they lead.
Everyone is the same with a handful of differences - maybe one or two just manage to stand out, not in a good way often. When the basic anatomy isn't so far off, how their nature can be any different! Just only a handful of vicious, greedy, sanctimonious descendants of apes hold the majority of the power to rule the world and make the rest of these so-called humans follow behind them like the rats of Pied Piper of Hamelin. But what else can they do other than following? They follow till the very edge to jump in the river.
A meaningless death of a meaningless life.
The world is cruel, people, too, are cruel - cruelty gets served on a platter to innocents and the wicked. The wicked get twice more than anyone else; they get their fair share of suffering and the suffering they inflict on others - twice the misery, though they never pay attention to the latter. They're so consumed by their greed and desire for materialistic things that they don't see what slipped out of their fingers. The angst they go through is immeasurable but always neglected. The mighty edifice of their achievements and necessities shines so bright it blinds the view of what their measly lives have turned into - their materials matter more.
So prudent, so fake
They hold their positions in the society like it's the most meaningful thing in their lives and try to step up the ladder by pulling others down. All of them are running an endless relay race with hopes of a good prize at the end of the line; do they know where's the end of the line? Do they know death is the prize at the end of the line and everyone is served with just that, winners and losers alike? But they keep on running just to get ahead a little!
