Perpetual Disorder

 As I write this, I would not have imagined where I would be sitting persistently and think of perpetual struggles in our mundane lives. These are ageless thoughts running in our minds day after day. Social fabric and democratic standards have certainly changed our lives quite largely.

These are the times with significant drift in manifestation and propaganda. With our lives getting more complex and faster, we sway our wheels of fortune. With wear our hearts on our sleeves and life goes on. Lost in the fray of everyday.

In the course of our lives, several friends, relatives and neighbours come and go. Just when reality becomes a three way, we continue to seek oblivion and peace. The shadows got it good. With reality being a constant companion, sceneries are well defined.

When we crawl across the thin lines, we see the obvious difference between our wants and reality. Those were the things dubbed in mystery. Ultimately, it would become our passions and charms. As we pass through our blurry lines, we cast away our dreams and hopes. Eventually, our shadows will get us good.

Some of us disappear in heavy glare of fame, money and charms. Rest of us, hold on to our better days. Somehow, these are meaningless pantomimes. We unite in our silent resistance, but fail to make a mark on what we call life. We wash away our bad days without thinking what caused it bad. The length and breath of perpetual disorder has become another routine in our lives.

Drifting aimlessly and ranting endlessly has become a chorus in itself. Somehow, we have not tried hard to rectify our society, social system as a whole. The need to be discreet has lost in itself. A scheming life. Even our endless dreams will eventually fade away. When all our defenses are down, hearts in our mouth, only for us to realise the collateral damage we have done for ourselves and our progenies to come.

Over the course of time, we develop intuitive revulsion towards our society and its social structure. Life as we see it, comprises of both simple and composite expressions. Substance is never an accidental attribute. Our qualities should lead us to change the society we live in. The figment of evil is contrary to good, but two evils are contrary to one another. How is it even possible? The amalgamation of its possibilities is in our thoughts and arguments. Society is none other than us. In the end, we should stand to correct the environment we live in.

The traditional theories that teach, rather directs us to stay obeyed to our existing societal structure tends to continue until our very own existence. In the end, our affirmation and assertion to change the world often comes late. In principle, we are natural, yet equally stupid. We live in the comfort of loving arms.

The society we live will win over us in a dramatic fashion. The persona of realistic ideologies is paradox in itself. In the end, nothing is blameworthy. We continue to exist beyond living.