the times of fast foods and slow digestion..

Times when the world was flat and we weren’t so sucked into the concrete instead we had muddy feet and bicycle rides making tracks down memory lane, now the taillights of our cars are rampant in various directions, none leading towards a place I call home.. And once they are off I’m left in the dark.

Breaking mirrors and staring at the back of steel plates and silhouettes of the past that refuses to leave our side, a hazy picture meanders at the back of my head. Not exactly a ghost of unfinished business rather the comfort of that smell of old times spent, taste of fresh earth that we struck once in a while, the memory of loved ones cooking ‘my favorite food’, the yells that had strong undertones of love rather than rage. Childish longings, I have come a long way from pigtails and scarlet ribbons adorning them, but the craving for the non material simple things in life... the magic that ceased to be magical now, the fairytales on which my dreams were founded, the rush I got running in circles escaping the ‘lock’ hit,
All over the horizon.

Walking in my slippers trying to trace back on that silk route, along the way I realize the quote “there's no place like home,” doesn’t hold true, but rather that there is no longer such a place as home except, of course, for the homes we make, or the homes that are made for us anywhere and everywhere, except the place from which we began. I have become the fallible adult; the world has grown into me, over me, taken me by a wave of materialistic needs onto the shore of wants, far from the redemptions of those childhood dreams. Im now a part of a world where things we see with our own eyes we doubt, instead conspire behind the peepers to believe what is beneficial instead of the truth, where people sell emotions for a promotion and tackle their families with tact and manipulation. The celebration of the familial bond that binds us is passé. Now we spend our life accumulating things we call ‘assets’ and fussing over them, to earn a place on the social ladder, we care too much about the ‘society’ than our conscience; the intricacies of a family gathering today mite as well become a synonym for ‘business time’.

Solidifying the fluid emotions..
“We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too
little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our
possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and
hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to
life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but
have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer
space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things. ”--Bob Moorehead.