Jun 23, 2010

The world

This world is full of people, some sleeping some awake, but of what good they are to me if I have not a single hand to hold when I need it the most. This world is full of friends and followers, few genuine, others only after a fashion, but of what good they are to me if I have not a single reassuring chest to grip onto in such a low phase.
 

The bandit slaughtered those who once were mute spectators of herself being violated. She hold it against the spectators of tragedy. But how could she ? The poor women in labour pain, miscarried a child. A dear life was lost in a womb as no one came to help her and she had spectators too. Again, how could she expect spectators to help her ? 

My point  is... I hold nothing against the world, I dislike to admit but a fact is many if not all, live and die all alone in their pain, in a long journey, mostly with only a spectators along.


Analogy of life and a world class work place. this world is great place imaginable where all participate in business of life at multi layers of a crisscross structure surrounded by a culture and climate. Many retire y-o-y on a predetermined date, few are fired of course, in best interest of the business but the herd, indifferent majority marches on, in their pursuits of pleasure and solidarity.