Children of a lesser God - II

We need to find a way to make lots of money and pay our bills, because the society we are a part of, rates us on the amount of money we make, the clothes we wear, the cars we drive and the smartphones we use. Being a good person isn’t any longer about having morals and integrity - it’s all about contributing more to the socioeconomic structure that is in place. Firstly I need to figure out how I am going to finish this semester because I can't understand half of my subjects; then fix the broken screen on my phone and get a new laptop, buy a new bed, and finally trying to make my life more comfortable. If I get to do all that then I will probably care about a dying turtle and the endangered habitat it lives in. This is why we are a generation of cynical, sarcastic, narcissistic jerks. We grow up with love for nature and animals, with our parents and teachers telling us we can become whatever we want and change the world - make it a better place. But as we get older, we realize that we are not in control, and that we don't have the power to see any significant results of our idealistic ideas in our lifetime. As we grow older, we stop caring about making the world a better place for everyone, and try to get as much out of life for ourselves as we can, just like the generations before us and the ones before them did. It's hard to be positive about a peaceful and environmentally-friendly world when we will not live long enough to witness it.

Stories we will never tell - The Flashback

On the bus ride home, he saw a girl wearing a Harry Potter T-shirt. On telly, he saw a guy baking cup cakes. They triggered memories in him. And everywhere he went, there were small things and instances that reminded him of another place and time, where he yearns to be, where he had found happiness.

The goodbye was incomplete. And the memory of the last time they met was clearer to him than reality. Her head was on his chest, listening to his slow, synchronised heartbeats. They didn't speak, he knew, until she asked him what he was thinking.

He kept reflecting, reminiscing and repeating the scene - again and again. He wondered sometimes if it was even real. Jamais vu.

But that feeling in his head was understandable. He was intoxicated now just as he was then. Then by happiness. Now by alcohol.

Nostalgia - Gone!

the ashes of a time long lost rise within me, fill themselves in me, trap me in their embrace, choke me, encircle me in a tornado of burned-out feelings. the vestiges of a moment far outlived make me cry, make me laugh, and attempt to steal what fire I have. the relics of an age now extinct push against me and I ache with fear, with panic although I don't know why. the remnants of an instant threaten to use me up, to burn me out, to suffocate me, until the feeling is -gone- and I feel lost without it.