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A prostitute sells her body for money, a student sells his soul for grades

The Boy Who Couldn’t Sleep

There was a growing throbbing in his head, a swelling. A thought or emotion occupied a large space in his mind, and with all his might he tried to remove it but he couldn’t.

Sleeping had been a problem for the boy recently. He would go to bed with a weary body and tired mind but with an eager heart. He would try to soothe himself into slumber, try to trick his mind into letting his physical body rest. But he thought too much and too far and still too much. It was like trying to map out a path into the future without knowing the terrain or environment. It was virtually impossible. But the boy wasn’t pacified. He just couldn’t give up. He tried and tried again, but failed.

He tried desperately many measures, but not desperate measures, to calm his mind, to ease his heart and to set the road ahead, but in the words of Alan Watts, it was like ‘trying to still a rushing river with a steam iron’.

He stood right at the very edge, but stared into an oblivion, an eternal darkness, a void, an impermeable opaque nothingness. But he still willed himself to take a step forward, an inch at a time. But what good will that do? His heart was filled with fear, and fear crippled him. He met fear at every corner, unlike his former self. His past self was one of independence, individuality, adventure, guts and courage. But now he is a shrunken shrivelled specimen, a by-product of external pressure, a mass-produced product. He tried to coax himself to think otherwise, but his heart was filled with fear.

Oh what must he do to regain his former self so as to find his future me. He probably knows deep down the answer, what he wants, as does everyone. But the answer is a little twinkle at the back of his mind and is not strong enough to illuminate itself amongst the darkness of doubts. And it takes courage to wander deep into unthreaded lands without knowing what is in front. But his heart was filled with fear.

The clock is ticking, the light cannot shine forever and if lost sight of for too long may disappear permanently. There is danger in going down the wrong path that seemed to be the right one, laced and sweetened with materialistic goodness of debauchery. A moral decline difficult or impossible to get yourself out of once headed down the road. But so many have gone down that path, what do they think? Are they really happy? Is there true purpose and meaning? Or is it all a plain simple choice. A decision to make, to choose how to spend the finite time of a man’s life on a spinning rock hidden within the cosmos.

It seems like a desperate cry for help, despair. Mayhem! Someone send a rescue team but it seems all so futile because his heart as filled with fear and even as he tries to break away from it and follow the compass of his soul he still feels lost and unsure and unguaranteed.

Safety nets have become an important defence mechanism, to keep one from falling too low, to brace the impact of the fall. But sometimes these nets already hang so low, feeling the ground might be a better option. At least having solid ground allows one to stand on his own two feet. And even falling in itself may not be a bad thing, ‘sometimes when you fall, you fly’.

But it is only when wrapped in the mysterious veil of the night does the boy gush out the fear in his heart, only is he rekindled with the sense of adventure of his former self, and during the day he returns to the wary, pathetic, practical form everyone tries so hard to be. A mimicry, a quotation. What is he to do? To live his life in eternal darkness, or to trudge on during the day for answers. Are there answers, even? It seems like a futile and pointless enquiry. But is this it? Has he arrived? The momentary sense of calm and peace, or is it a passing fleeting emotion evoked from a sense of self-delusion and denial. But who can look into the future and who knows what lays ahead on the road but to travel it himself? Maybe the questions needed to be ask is which road to travel and how he is going to travel it.

Amusing Irony, Humans

Irony is social networks left us disconnected

Disconnected from the world around us and disconnected from ourselves

 Mindlessly scrolling through social timelines

 Though how many would notice if you weren’t on theirs?

Tapping the like and favourite, we crave the numbers

The numbers decide what we post and what we keep posted

A fake hunger created that cannot be satiated

Because it is greed and greed knows no limits

We see ourselves through the eyes of others

Imagining how we look like from another angle

Spend so much time in this culture of social frenzy

We do not know how to be alone

We forget to spend time with ourselves

We forget to think about who we are

Such that everyone is among everyone else who isn’t themselves

Irony is businesses and corporations losing

Exploitation of the Earth, the nature, for economic profits

They are the lungs of our planet

They breathe for the lives of all

But burn burn away

Cut relentlessly

No second thought to disposal

Not a batted eyelid to pollution

We the top of the food chain

Are going to get consumed by the forces of nature itself

Because we fail to see we are building our own hearse

Irony is building larger homes, to store things that they want

But are so afraid to lose

Aren’t we building a chamber full of fear?

It is also working so hard for a better life

But don’t we realise that

Working is part of life too, a subset of it

Sometimes we work so hard for a living

We forget to create a life

That we derive so much happiness from materialistic possessions

But they are the easiest to be taken away from us

Amusing!

Aren’t we suppose to keep the most precious items secured?

Kept somewhere bolted with a huge lock, the hardest to access

But it seems we put in out on the front porch

Yelling at the passer-by to drag it away from us

In response to the Daily Post Writing Challenge

 

Those were the days

I miss my days of running track. The eager waiting for class to be over, for training to start. The chatting with my teammates and coach. The dread on everyone’s faces when we heard the workout, or the occasional cheers of joy.

I miss the feeling looking down the lane, filled with confidence, skipping back to your blocks for the race. I miss the nerves before every competition, the growing heartbeat when I’m in “Set” position, the wild thoughts in mind my running down the last curve, and the hopeful prayers on the last straight. The fear of someone else breathing down my neck, or the ecstasy of running someone else down.

I miss running relays with my team, the pride of running for more than myself, to do the team and the school and the coach proud. I miss playing with the baton, waiting for the previous leg to pass on the baton, and the desperate want to hand it over in the the last 20m of the lap.

I miss taking the crowded trains and buses to training day in and out, holidays or not. I miss tough trainings when my legs were sore with lactic acid, when I collapsed immediately to the ground still with 2 more 500s to go. When it was so painful to breathe I would rather not, when I was too tired to stand but it hurt too much to lie down. I miss the acidity of vomit, the feeling of a dry mouth in the midst of a set and the smell of the rubber track on a scorching day.

I miss the click of the stopwatch when I pass the line, when I did mental calculations of my splits constantly. When I dived for the line every set to get a PB, scraping my arms and legs on the track.

I miss crashing into hurdles, and clearing them. I miss circuit training with my team on a rainy day.

I miss team outings and lunches together, talking about ambitions and goals and poking fun at each other. I miss cheering my teammates on during their races. I miss waiting eagerly for the results to be out. I really miss track.

Judge “Don’t Judge”

I felt confused and irritated when I heard people repeatedly say “Don’t judge!” The utterance of such has become a social fad which irks me. Why is “judging” deemed socially unacceptable nowadays and do people who actually say “Don’t judge” actually not do it themselves? It is impossible not to judge.

Judging is involuntary. Preconceived notions are formed in mere moments before we actually speak to a person or before she/he has done something. It is a thought we have no control over. Telling others not to judge is stupid and unnecessary. It has no practical outcome whatsoever.

Why are people even so afraid of being judged? If they actually care about how others might look at them then maybe they should have had considered the rationale behind their behaviour or actions first. If the way they carry themselves or the actions they did are backed up by a firm belief system why should they care about how others might perceive them?

Don’t they understand that telling someone else not to judge is a judgement in itself? By telling someone else not to judge, you are actually saying “The way you look at me is invasive and offensive to me. Therefore you are guilty of the highest degree of social crime and are a pitiful creature.”

Stop perpetuating social fads without being critical about it.

Judge me.