Sunday, April 16, 2006

We are the Champions?

I have a friend whom most would consider to be the lower spectrum of the handsome-line. I mean honestly, seriously not good looking at all. If you have issues imagining that, try picturing somebody who looks worse than I am. Yup you got it. And he's always been very quiet, and kept most things to himself. It was and still is very difficult to get him to open up himself, and most just labeled him as an introvert. Most of the time, he was the butt of most of the jokes in the class, and I am guilty for some of them. But that doesn't matter, and isn't the point.

But I gave careful thought about this labeling, and came to a conclusion - That he isn't exactly an introvert. He is a clear product of his circumstances. The question I'm posing here is, would he be somebody else if he looked way better than he currently is? Would he still have so little self-esteem and confidence? Would he then be just as nice to others as he is now? I believe nobody can give me an absolute answer, and neither can I ever answer this. But I do have enough reason to believe that the possibility of him being a snob (in the circumstances of him being extremely dashing), is pretty high. Then again I question the genuinity in the 'nice-ness' of a person - Could most, or even every nice person be the way he or she is because of his or her circumstances?

Why am I talking like that? Reason being, I've seen too many hypocrites in the recent years of my life, especially good looking ones. If there's anything that I learnt which made a huge impact on my life, it has got to be that the prettiest people are usually the ugliest people inside. That these people are aware of their good looks, and play it up to their advantage. In the process, they become ignorant of the less “fortunate”, the less handsome, and the less pretty people. And in the face of other good looking ones, they backstab, bitch, compete in every possible method available on planet earth, and become real bitches, discarding whatever humanity that’s left in them. What has the world come to?

Today, not only is our society degrading to one that has no greater significance of a piece of manure. What has the New World Order done to mankind? I say: Nothing But Harm. From Europe to South Africa to Far East to South East Asia, that little bit of humanity left in us is devoured by the very system we adore so much - Capitalism. Remember people, that every second of your luxury is achieved at the expense of others. I believe Buddha would change his Philosophy if he saw the world today. It has changed so dramatically, that religious of philosophical doctrines of the past find it hard to fit into this whole sick puke-inducing jig-saw puzzle. The root of suffering is not desire, but human beings themselves. We are not unhappy because we yearn for more and more, but because of the circumstances that we have created for ourselves, and landed ourselves in. Humanity is hopeless, and we can jolly well sit back and watch the world crumble at our feet. When the USA falls, China or another global superpower will undertake the task of reshaping the world via other exploitative means. Communism has failed, and so new systems, new ideologies that stem from capitalism itself shall reign supreme in the future to come.

God, if you exist, I believe your wrath has been incurred. And it doesn't help that the blessed wisdom you have lent us mankind with has been turned against you. I think I'm a classic case - Of how I spread blasphemy daily, and question you very existence. Even as I marvel at the sights of the night sky, read about the amazing functions of our body, I find it hard to believe that it is not the work of a divine hand. But that doesn't stop me from probing into grey areas, into the quest for greater knowledge of your existence. And till then, I am but a sinner, someone who shall be cast into hell unless I redeem my sins with the very little years left for me. But as always, if I ever meet God in heaven, and should I ever be cast to hell for eternity, my only wish is to sit down and have a nice chat with you. So that I have my choice of freedom, before I suffer and scream like a harlot blast'd a new infant’s tears.

posted@11:11 AM

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