Bonding
There will come a time when isolation becomes the only method of existence. I think I have defined myself as a loner, someone who suffers from a perpetually shrinking social circle. I am still able to remember certain people, but the majority of them have completely forgotten about me...
Friendship has only become a breeding ground for greater insecurities. We are starting to pry, criticize, flex our physical, mental, emotional and even spiritual superiority amongst ourselves. Gone are the days of innocence, where we could agree unanimously on everything and anything. Now, everyone only seeks to exert his influence on everyone else. Self-proclaimed cult leaders, they make me weary and disgusted.
One person I know strives to keep us together, but even that is a manifestation of his paranoia. He suffers from a deadly symbiotic relationship, a fear that one day all of us would inadvertently move on with our own lives and leave him all alone. His desire is for things to remain as they are, for change to cease motion. He is sad, for he knows that this utopian hope is nothing but an empty dream. We are his life, his feelings, the only thing in this world that makes sense to him.
We grew up together. As kids we played the same toys, read the same books and went to the same places. We were all normal, healthy kids, and as the years passed we grew in body and mind, and our thoughts and interests went to other things, things you could not understand, for you were stricken with the diesease of youth. We were past our 50th 'the best years of a man' they called it. But you were still 15. You called out to us, yearning for us to continue the fun and laughter with you, but we turned away. The world had too many burdens for us to bear, woes your eyes never saw. You cried, for we no longer gave in to you. You went away sobbing, and it all faded away, a distant memory revived during the final days of our journey.
I always wonder about the future. There will come a time when the disparity in our social and financial status widens. Some will be rich but rotten, others poor but proud. Others will want to be treated like gods, while most will be struggling with careers, wives, bills and children's education, all the exciting features of a typical SG society. Will it be the end of the road? Maybe by then, all the crazy things we talked about doing will become jokes of the past?
There will come a time when isolation becomes the only method of existence. I think I have defined myself as a loner, someone who suffers from a perpetually shrinking social circle. I am still able to remember certain people, but the majority of them have completely forgotten about me...
Friendship has only become a breeding ground for greater insecurities. We are starting to pry, criticize, flex our physical, mental, emotional and even spiritual superiority amongst ourselves. Gone are the days of innocence, where we could agree unanimously on everything and anything. Now, everyone only seeks to exert his influence on everyone else. Self-proclaimed cult leaders, they make me weary and disgusted.
One person I know strives to keep us together, but even that is a manifestation of his paranoia. He suffers from a deadly symbiotic relationship, a fear that one day all of us would inadvertently move on with our own lives and leave him all alone. His desire is for things to remain as they are, for change to cease motion. He is sad, for he knows that this utopian hope is nothing but an empty dream. We are his life, his feelings, the only thing in this world that makes sense to him.
We grew up together. As kids we played the same toys, read the same books and went to the same places. We were all normal, healthy kids, and as the years passed we grew in body and mind, and our thoughts and interests went to other things, things you could not understand, for you were stricken with the diesease of youth. We were past our 50th 'the best years of a man' they called it. But you were still 15. You called out to us, yearning for us to continue the fun and laughter with you, but we turned away. The world had too many burdens for us to bear, woes your eyes never saw. You cried, for we no longer gave in to you. You went away sobbing, and it all faded away, a distant memory revived during the final days of our journey.
I always wonder about the future. There will come a time when the disparity in our social and financial status widens. Some will be rich but rotten, others poor but proud. Others will want to be treated like gods, while most will be struggling with careers, wives, bills and children's education, all the exciting features of a typical SG society. Will it be the end of the road? Maybe by then, all the crazy things we talked about doing will become jokes of the past?
