When
I am out of home, I see people, of different types, Old and young ages, weak and strong
going here and there everyone chasing something. Older ones wanted to live as
young once again, young ones aren’t afraid of growing old they don’t even have
the idea that one day they will be old like other old people. One they will to
feel alone like these, like these old people whom are looking weak, like these
which they are ignoring of being outdated and have no sense of trending world.
Younger
one has the arrogance of being young, of being strong, of being dominant, arrogant
nature, strident voice, sturdy gesture that shows how strong I am. I wanted to
know why are all these proud of why I am proud of being young why I haven’t the
courage to face that I am going to like them, unaccompanied, depressed,
annoying for others, stigmatized of being out fashioned and outdated
individual, marginalized by society. Why I can’t feel that pain these old
people are facing. And at last an answer to my own question is that the reason
of which I wanted to die young?
I
see women and young girls, women’s striving for their kids buying stuff for themselves
for their household, I have a question from these women is that the reason you
are supposed to live is only being a house wife, being a lady that works at
home for his husband and kids its totally worth it but I believe there must be
so many reason for you to live, to do something that you are proud of other
than being a wife, being a daughter being a sister, being a Mother, being a
house wife. I wanted you to be like something outstanding something different
something that people should talk about proudly, something of which I could say
like Wow. Without crossing the limits of our religious and cultural consent, I
believe there is an immense difference between being a modern and strong women
and being a mucky.
All
of these boys and girls, men and women old and young, strong and weak have a
dream in their Eyes, a Hope, a vision of something that I wish to know from
them, not from them but from all humans and from myself as well; that what am I
chasing what is the motive of me to be in this world? Why I am alive? Why I am
here? Why I am male? Why these people are alive? Why we fall ill? Why a young one
become old? Why aren’t trying to be real us? I believe everyone have something
that no one have; every individual have something creative that is worthy and
is with him only. And why are we so bounded that we aren’t exposing it. I wish
everyone should put it on the table what they got what they have in their
minds, forget about people forget about people will laugh, Just bring out
things from the locked chamber of your mind and give them colors give them
sound, believe me these are the most valuable stuff; that no one have the
courage to buy it these are the priceless stuff. Your mind is yours make use if
it make valuable things out of it world need it people need it and most of all
you need it.?
