In life we walk amidst death
In life we walk amidst death. People who cease to exist are nothing more than vultures who feed on the carcass of a dead man's life. The precariousness of life once overlooked is an imperial feast for the king of vultures. And have we not on several occasions choose to walk around signs that foresee undesirable outcomes? An old saying goes by "Ignorance is a bliss." But sayings are words of wisdom or the lack of passed from generation to generation. It is a maxim but not a doctrine.
Some are followers of ignorance; some choose not to pursue the truth. During a tea break, people stood in a haphazard queue for food or simply to get to the exit. There were two doors, one on each end of the room but no one took a second glance at the door pasted with a flimsy paper which read "Do not leave through this door." The first person who had only wanted to leave the damn room to take a leak could have possibly have read that notice and assumed the door to be locked and joined the long queue whose primary aim was to get the snacks placed on the table next to the door. After which, everyone followed suit. No one bothered to turn the knob of the door until he did. A person rose from his seat and left through the forbidden door like it was the most natural thing to do. Others looked on in surprise, a look of betrayal evident on their faces. It was unnatural to disobey warnings but that guy did the obvious and came back a happy bunny.
Rules are made to safeguard the interests of a community. Norms are deep-seated rules that make sure you don't run around naked. Laws are symbols of civilisation because a myth says justice is a knowledge that only intelligent people can wield at ease.
What does that leave us with? Follow blindly to what's expected and instructed? Just follow the mainstream and you will be spared the agony of making out-of-the-ordinary decisions. You will reach your destination according to the date stipulated on your neat timetable. A linear journey is always the easiest but also the most boring and least satisfying of all.
I'm a fine product of socialisation whose existence is measured by the degree of parallelness to the railway tracks that mapped out my life. I've a couple of vices - nothing seriously detrimental that will warrant a calling down from persons of authority. I'm in short, a boring person whose greatest threat in life, is the terrier who lived on the sixth floor.
I don't walk around signs. I'm above that. I walk on it in its full glory. Thirty-eight days before my legal age of 21, I'm certain as newton is of gravity that I've lived my best years and the remaining years will be fulfilled dutifully. The happiness quotient will be of a respectable value for me to pull off a cordial smile on social occasions.
I've always believed happiness is an abundance of good luck. There must be a limit to how lucky a person can be. We run into bad luck just like the awful cold and coughing fit that invade our immunity systems when they feel like it. Luck is a temperamental little thing, as capricious as happiness is.
I can't explain the purpose of this entry other than it all started with the vulture idea on a bus ride home. Things don't usually go the way I planned it to be. If I've decided to reach A, I'd undoubtedly end up on the other end of the continuum. After a while, I give up on planning and the big word called 'strategy' altogether.
With the courage of a fool who has nothing more to lose is more than enough, for me to continue this linear journey.
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