Destituted

I'm very often lonely, though not always alone.

The consciousness of loneliness do make me depressed or sad. Too many of us are caught in our own mindless pursuits, lost in transitions, bothered by petty grievances. Too little social empathy, too little moral attitudes, too little family values... too little time.

Money is the new language, vices are common pastimes...Blings, fast cars, fancy accessories and 'chic' mailing addresses equate your social standing, 'lesser' occupations scorn at and higher education determines your intelligence.

How you look at yourself is not important anymore. It has become how others look at you.

I can't connect.

Everyday, I hover on the edge of depression, constantly keeping my sanity in check. I reason within myself the realism of life and the integrity of living a life. My head has to suppress my heart's incessant questionings. The 'rights' and 'wrongs' bear no consequences to my actions. This is survival of the fittest. Either you get in, or you get left behind.

This current economic crisis did not happen by chance. For the very same beliefs that have been serving the material world, they are engulfing those realists like a dark plague. The system has been riddled by greed, selfishness, vanity and over-indulgence. And it's payback time.

I am not gloating over others' misfortunes. I just feel that all along Life is still as simple as it is, realism has propagate the acceptance of such traits through proclamation of financial securities and life assurances.

Maybe we can all slow down for 'trivial' matters like love, happiness and health now.

Maybe I will be less lonely.