Batam
We are aimlessly floating by here, there, everywhere, everyday. You think you really like something, but actually you don't. It was all delusional. In fact, you might find something particularly distasteful before, pleasurable at present. What an irony. Its all in the mind; we are continuously playing mind games with ourselves all the time. Then we hear this tiny little voice, a murmur, anything that distracts us from our thoughts, but we brush it aside. Is that our conscience speaking? Or our inner self at foul play? We cannot decide, or rather we do not know which is what. Life is a game of poker; you have to learn how to read people without having them know your thoughts, your secrets and your fears. Sometimes its good to hide in that shell, where nothing in the world can ever hurt you. Sometimes, its good to put on a facade, who the hell cares if you are fake or superficial, genuine or indifferent. Everyone puts up a front, no one reveals their true self. Lies are spreading across the world faster than the spread of diseases. Who do you trust at the end of the day? No one.
Is that a good thing? It might be as a matter of fact. There are no rights, there are no wrongs. Everyone has different perspectives, opinions and feelings, that carry with them an associated behavioural pattern. So no one is to blame, no one is at fault. Who are we to judge, when we are not perfect in entirety ourselves. Fate does not exist, so does destiny. Everything is just mere coincidence, a passing of a chance or an opportunity. You either grab it, or you let it slip pass your fingers.
