You're waiting for a train. A train that will take you far away. You know where you hope the train will take you, but you can't be sure. But it doesn't matter because we'll be together.
The incessant recurrence of this beautiful line is etched to my almost-overwhelmed skull, jam-packed like sardines with knowledge that may prove useful, to the extent of surviving, and some that just remain a white elephant. So many things happen, but nothing remains forever. They just resume their inanimate existent as thoughts floating within another dimension, awaiting that impossible moment where some other stranger conjures up the exact same thought. But most of the time, our thoughts get lost in transition, just like how one day this post will. I believe that anything we imagine or create within our minds may stay unreal and still take the form of a delusion but it is. It is something of existence, a form unrecognizable but is still deemed a form, somewhere in an alternate planet these lifeforms of our thoughts may own the land. But with such obscure thinking, it is easy to speculate that this planet is vast beyond imagination--its land area holds the key to comprehending infinity. Or it could just be a tiny island, gradually and yet rapidly running out of room for junk thoughts but the process just keeps going on eternally. Soon one day, all knowledge will dissipate into nothingness and we will degrade back into monkeys, if Darwin was correct, and I use was only because his theory would have died along the other amazing discoveries..
To me, our society is becoming a producer of junk and the landfill we are depositing our rubbish into is expiring. It is only a matter of time before we greet doomsday (perhaps the auspicious 2012?) and our overflowing nonsensical and controversial thoughts override pure existence as humans, noble creatures who should be contended with the basics. The only way I view that can save our souls is to first purify them with good thoughts. Flowing back to the allegory, these thoughts will complement the role magic, to almost miraculously rid our disgusting nonsense into a useful too for cleaning up our mess. But the hope of such a salvation is dim right now. Still people mock when they meet posters publicizing 'hair for hope', and laugh like a fool they would if they saw the bald ball upon my skeletal frame. Perhaps a bold accusation over my personal pride but if prime students from a (supposed) prestigious institution can't even meet basic human pre-requisites, the world is indeed losing focus of true values that we need to breed..
Why am I so competitive? Fretting over CCA points when it hardly affects anything... I am being influenced undoubtedly, pulled towards this world of rivalry and sin, like a magnet it attracts and I can only surrender my fate to you..
So you say it doesn't matter because we are together, but it is because we are together that I cannot trust you, I cannot let it go. Should I embrace this train ride or not?
