After all, we all rise and fall
What have we become…? What can we (l)earn from all this?
Was it this that the world was supposed to arrive at?
Present seems a vague shadow of what humans used to be by all means.
In the past lie treasures of knowledge long lost… and simplicity seems long buried in the sands of time, and legend.
Today… looking in the eyes of people I wonder which one of our souls will make any difference. Are we not too many? Are we that many? They say many makes a difference but what if they were wrong… what if many means we get lost into chaos of too much is too much? The world as we know it today is just scraps of what civilization used to be. Mankind degraded itself… more than ever was before.
I see people walk in the streets like they are worth having everything… But is it true? I believe not. It seems the world has forgotten its rightful place; we were born and raised to be humans not animals. Born and raised to live normal with what we have, and be thankful for it, but this is not available anymore, everyone wants everything. Greed. But then again the animal instinct rises at the surface wondering and showing its teeth and claws as if it’s fighting for survival. We lost our gestures, our nurture towards the past, our respect for everything that was built on forces that today no longer exist. We lost respect even for our self’s…even if we pretend we care more than ever. It’s all a lie, even the faces that we see in the mirror seem not to recognize us if we look closer. For as we are, we might never know because we are all misleading and fooled by images of copying one each other. It’s like personalities lost their battle, and only the winners phase lies between our selves protruding to make a point that has no valor.
We all got lost in mirrors of Narcissus that hangs himself in the watery image of itself. In images that point that we are the best, the worthiest of them all. Isn’t this just a fake glass of water? Is everything that others believed in, lost? Are we about to fall… and never to rise again?
Every time I try to look Fate in the eyes… there is just a cloud… and a forest of blur. Soon from now, generations will grow not knowing what compassion is, what human kind is actually capable of. Not capable of communicating with each other, just hypnotized by their phones and stupid gadgets. United generations sounds like a dream, we all know it’s very less possible for as we grow older we lose all the seeds that we grew from. We lost connection with nature… the most important and feeding of all. We lost respect for the Elders as in even if they can be crazy sometimes, they still are “the elders” the ones that have a life in front of us. We lost appreciation for simplicity, for being happy as we are and as we were born to be.We lost respect for the Books. The most mind-numbing enriching experience of them all. There is nothing in the world that can feed you more than books in knowledge.
Watching the word crumbling feels like an eternity of cold rains. Somehow some people lost faith in humanity; I myself still doubt there is any escape from ourselves. Past times had some serious leaders, and some real hero-trouble makers… but at least they grew on something they believed in, and even if they did not feed the nations as we do the reality is still the same, just that middle class seems to crumble into poverty and the richest seem to get even richer because today there is no one to stop all goods to lie in the hand of one to rule them all, but to all to rule thousands. Strong lies the hand of time that keeps like Atlas the Globe on its strong shaky shoulders. Fate might still lie in some eyes, but as I see it it goes weaker by the day, and rare by the years.
Surrounded by a strange commodity it seems that it no longer satisfies our lives. Our lives are meant to be simple, not all of us deserve everything, but better is the word. „Dream big”, is a phrase to cloud the minds of people that get lost in translation. And doh.. they’re so many. We cannot be equal, since we are not created to be equal.
So many get lost in words… they might indeed know how to write and read, but they might as well f**k the sense out of these words as they are incapable of understanding.
Past lies in my mind… as a reward for what we can do with our lifes. I stick to it no matter how much I would like to look to the present I prefer digging it as it still feeds my soul for knowledge and it still feeds my mind with better worlds than the new world wants me to feed on. I look up to people of the past, less known… People who did things, not people who talk things and brag about themselves too much.
After all we all rise and fall, but we shall not forget it is the eyes that show us our souls are long lost in this new world.