7th September 2024
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Parasite
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“Oh, look at that phoenix, soaring effortlessly with its fiery wings, destined for greatness. And there’s the faithful hound, barking proudly, as if loyalty alone can change the world. But let’s be real—when will that kid from the back alleys finally don a white coat and heal the masses? Probably when pigs take flight and start performing ballet in the sky.” - This is how a person who fails his every attempt consoles himself ridiculing others - who can actually earn their fate and luck through hard work. They also try this trick to make - those who work hard but rarely get the output - feel ignorant.
But not everyone does that. Some people do the action other than ridiculing with words. However, I think that evaluating a lot of things whether right or wrong and worthy or not, often depends on who will he become in the future. People's past is the same as history, which is determined by people later on.
Those who are just ridiculed and ridiculed every time, everywhere, feeling worthless, they often may feel hypnotized by the sound of railroad tracks and unidentified vehicles, but reluctant to sleep. Just reluctant! There may be people everywhere, but to their eyes, there is actually no one. They feel - others, who are never ridiculed are very strange, they are either very silent or unnecessarily talkative; and can't digest their topic.
Then suddenly us, who are only ridiculed, (ridiculed for failing, ridiculed for being sick, ridiculed by others seeing everything as excuses, ridiculed by people who only can ridicule and make sarcastic comments, being surrounded by people who have great brains but less empathy ) can only widen our eyes and may take deep breath like only ourselves exists in our world.
Then we start to notice some weird things all over, for example - When we pass by someone, we will hear people calling that someone by a certain name, so we'll know that person because we know the name. Again we may have been in the same school for three years, but we will not be familiar with each other no matter what because in reality, we do not know that someone and probably forgot that someone's name too; so then we might not know that person anymore. This incident is extremely normal yet so weird. So we name those certain humans as 'A passerby who treats everyone equally' - just because they didn't ridicule us for anything. The more weirder thing is, we may read a novel about human trafficking (imagining our lives to be more complicated and stressed) which contains 639 chapters and at the end only to find out the author's username is 'not10yet'.
We, the people who are always ridiculed, our internal demons already grew at such an alarming rate that there's no way we can easily and cleanly retract our love, passion, dedication or a few interest for something. There is not much difference for us, to differentiate between watching the sarcastic ones and watching TV. The only regret is that we can't change channels at will. If we get a remote control in our hand, our first action will be to turn the TV off. Then suddenly, their smile always makes us a little envious and we find out, we are brilliantly a negative person and never really did stand happily in the sun. As a result the live telecast TV channels starts to say just hello whenever we meet and we only smile politely when they are too late.
For many years, this may stay as a kind of unfounded ritual where we stare at the sun thinking when we will stand happily in the sun while inhaling spring or winter wind rather than just holding ourselves like a shadow.
“The seats are now empty.
The theatre is dark.
Then why do we keep acting?"
Because we hope for our other soul to jump in instead of this one and to make our act worthwhile so our existence won't be in vain.
Let the lights be dim and seats be empty;
Even with no audience to see what we do ...
In the dark theatre humanity is still a factor.”
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Dedicated to - 8th September; 9:40 pm
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_Land Of Lotus °• ✿
PoetryIt's not hard to remember what my lines are when expectations were not kinda melodramatic. It is a time to mourn the loss of the most beautiful treasures I was forced to relinquish, a tender goodbye to fragments of my heart's desires.
