Pardon Me, Walk

Twigs taken as I walked down Volga river

The city, all the hustle and bustle, through the eyes of a high-flying night bird, we take in the scene from mid air. We’re being engulfed by this life of ours, in our broad sweep, the city looks like a single gigantic creature — or more like a single collective entity created by many intertwining organisms. Countless arteries stretch to the ends of its elusive body, circulating a continuous supply of fresh blood cells, sending out new data and collecting the old, sending out new consumables and collecting the old, sending out new contradictions and collecting the old. The cycle continues and us being the victim rotting within this suffocating life of ours.

Misty, foggy afternoon right after Russian class

I took a stroll down the foggy morning, oblivious. It was a simple stroll down with my best friend while the peak of activity passes, maybe taking baby steps to dwindle down our basal metabolism that maintains life. For once I felt that I have balanced out my life pretty well, temporary though.

A random lake or pool, these two sounds similar to me

So, do you guys think like me? The urge, desperation and unreleased exhort to find peace. It's nothing Ghandi-influenced or random self mediation with black balloons, but a momentous pondering on changing tracks and roads. What ifs? When nothing seemed to change and what's worst... when nothing is going to change? No, not many people waste their time bothering about this because they prefer to leave life as it is, not even aspired to take a few milliseconds off just to wonder.

Something that I always thought that will only appear during summer

Maybe it's an alternative way of releasing tension and pressure of not being to enjoy life, or another way of feeling envious that more than a quarter of the people around me are having so much fun. It's like as if their lives are stressless and not induced by a single dose of pressure. Even if present, it will something pathetically minute from my perspective but to some, it seemed like a magnified armageddon. That is the point I know that this brat has really... really grown up.