A little struggle.

So it has come to this, then?
Lost and alone in the world where she don't belong.
So bright is the truth of this plastic world, it's sometimes hard to believe such a lie is the very sin committed by the masses, as if it doesn't exist.
Of course it does, everyone knows. Know, consciously or otherwise.
Yet it is played out every single day - by the bored, the little and the low self-esteemed wimp.
Me so, I wonder?
Don't have what it makes, don't have what it takes, geeze.
People who belittle others to feel superior in their shallow minds.
What a representative statement.
But a better reality?
You flock and primp up another, warming her seat and brushing her hair in that sad little glimpse of hope that maybe she'll do that to you.
Do the math - probability TBE - you don't flock and primp up one.
And most preferably those that withdraws into their shells with a soft blow.
What is true today anyway, anymore?
Nothing, my friend.

Globe.

Since the beginning of time, it's evident.
The world is spherical; double-dimensions are only in books.
Plane vectors, straight lines and squares are just illusions because, they don't exist in life.
Nothing will ever be definitely positve, nor anything otherwise.
Circles are for loopholes.
There're no such thing as perfect, so how did we get here today?
Traffic systems, road lines and crossings are an almost-perfect creation, but nothing will ever be perfect. Sacrifices have to be made for the better good of the world, and that means accidental anomalies.
So who said what how where when is good? What is good?
Whose definition of good, is good?
There's no such thing as a collective voice, because no two individuals have indentical thoughts.
Are our punishments for the greater good? Then why do people in the past have an altogether screwed perception of perfection, tweaked in a very grotesque way, uncomprehensible to people of nowadays?
Then, that was good. That was the good we thought bad now. So does that mean today's good was thought bad then?
Whose good is the true good, anyway?
How will we ever get to know?
Just because everything seem perfect now doesn't mean that it is perfect.
In fact, it's far from it. Ask someone from the future, they'll tell you the truth. Maybe the truth.

A safe sidetrack, I expect.

I'm only gonna say this once, and at the expense of countless things:
Most of the time, I'm not in the mood which my blogposts turned out to be. Be it happy or sad. But when it sounds jubilant, I probably am. XD
Such an irony. Journals are things you pen your heart and soul into. But online journals are so public that most of the stuff are carefully screened. It's coming to a point where I think that blogging is stupid. And sad as it is, I sound spiteful and horrid and depressed.
But I'm actually not. I'm perfectly happy after a day shopping and that was just a passing thought. And you, the reader, will not know what I'm actually feeling, though I actually want you to know and that's exactly the reason why I'm blogging.
It'a a very complicated thing, no?
Can you understand?? XD