Society changed me. I used to wear my watch on my right wrist. Now it rests whichever wrists feels comfortable. I used to sling my belt from the left, now it goes to the belt hoop it fancies. The absolute bubbling conversationalist now a mere person I used to. Fear the dark then I used to, now I see danger in both light as well as its comrade. I used to. Everything is the new black, nothing shines brighter than following the crowd, nothing calms the eyes than to blend in. Society reminds you of the oppressive changes your brain ceased to acknowledge and put those unforgiving flaws in the spotlight, rebranding and shaming futile need to change or even remain the same. It brings out the venomous disciples we know as conjecture, ignorance, fear, and anger, riding the horsemen without ever consideration nor aspiration, society, whichever the convenient, whichever the fallen. Society changed me. The silent voices now voiced over, the ambiguous yells hence refrained, I no longer yearn the same I used to want, but merely sit in incommunicado. Perspicacious observants now rule within the iron throne of self-doubt, ambitions threatened, opinions rectified, no longer the same variant I used to define myself as. Society.
We always hear about how everybody is different and how this eccentricity defines who we are and makes us special. The uniqueness of ones' equality in both flaws and intensive virtue. The eloquent balance in simple humanity and a violent mixture of unpredictable emotions. The necessary blend of undignified self-preservation, which unfortunately isn't seen as such but portrayed instead in the eyes of the public, an epitome of unaccepted behavioral problems. Needless to say as is such, ego sum qui sum. Evidently in today's world, both virtual and reality, said 'specialness' in all of us is hardly profound, often considered as the outcast even alienated, because in all honesty, we fear the different, flourish in fright by the glimmer of something unknown. But yet often we bask ourselves with quotes and thoughts, to identify the adventurer within, to be that singularity, break out of the commotion, cheat the rat race. A conundrum to ponder, an oxymoron to consider.
Society sings to us in melotonous rhymes, yet we deem it ever so appealing. Now, tell me I'm wrong, tell me how we wish for recognition in terms of repetition rather than redemption by pristine intentions. Tell me how we scoff at the wary but deep down we're all shattered souls looking for home. Tell me, how we concept love as the penultimate achievement, losing in the process, our ambitions and magnanimous self. Look again within to reconsider how many seconds we've wasted, how the hours fade in days, when we look again to how lost we are, stop. For time waits, for those that matters.
