There is so much that changes around us, and we can barely keep up with all these changes. Now and then, I get lost in my little world, and when I finally venture out, I see the world has changed from what I last remember. The changes happen so quickly and frequently that I cannot keep up; even if I tried, it would be a futile attempt and one to garner laughter from others as I try my hand at the impossible. If memory serves me correctly, which is hardly ever, I recall telling the world to refrain from moving an inch as I’ll be back in a jiff. Too bad it didn’t listen to me!
Now I sit with a problem. Things have moved forward and beyond where I imagined they would, and I haven’t the faintest idea where to start when processing all of this. There are trends that are now fully underway, and I’m supposed to have hatred for this person here, that thing there, and those other things and people over yonder. I’m sorry, but I don’t know them well enough to hate them! I do not dare utter such words, as I would be labelled something or the other, and I’m not too sure I want to be labelled the thing they wish to label me as. Whatever it is! I do not know, as I haven’t kept up with the label trends.
The world has changed, but do forgive my confusion because I remember reading in history books about witch hunts that occurred many moons ago, so why does history feel so close now? I thought witch hunts were banned and deemed too stupid for words, even though they still used words to describe them in the utmost detail. Clearly, I remember it all wrong because they are still conducting witch hunts today, but without wood, fire and burning someone alive. I’m not overly sure how this happened while I was gone for a brief moment of a couple of years, but it sure has happened. I’m sure things were mostly going fine, but now they have sounded the alarms, and there is complete chaos everywhere I turn.
Oh yes! The skies are ablaze, and the madness is out on the streets. Don’t get me wrong, I love madness and chaos, as it’s the zest of life, but every person has their limit, and I reached mine many years ago. When I saw who were the ones wearing the mask of madness, I felt shocked. Even to this day, I’m yet to recover from such a revelation. I am now troubled by an overwhelming desire for this madness to end and for someone to restore balance, but a fool’s dream is just that. Society has always been neck deep in madness, and it’s not about to change just because I will it to, and oh boy, have I tried to will it to change or what? All my will has been futile because will alone will do nothing without putting action to it.
Well, this world is most certainly what it is, and I know when I step away for a moment or two that it will change once again, and there is nothing I can do about it. The world will always carry on with or without me, and I must find peace in that. We should all find peace in that.
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