It flows with in me, outside me. Objectively its speed is always the same subjectively its never the same. Some times it passes to fast at others too slow. Its almost as if its how much we live in a unit of time that becomes so much more important than at what speed we flow with it.

Clothes are a very interesting critique on human nature, we absolutely have no need to dress the way we do yet they are an integral part of how we choose to present ourselves. Its a million dollar industry yet no one ever thinks of reducing it for other better purposes. Its right there as a major part of our lives with no set rules and given so much importance for no good reason...

Why is it whenever I try and do the right thing, it just does not remain the right thing to do. Almost as if you go to help a person and he does not need your help or your help ends up harming him. I guess that is why people do not do the right thing often enough...I think doing the right thing is highly overrated..

Once in a far away world, I was sent to get food from outside that world. I traveled outside it for long, long enough for the importance that food had in my world to start fading, perspectives changed. Then the day came when I had to fight and take that food back, to do that I had to desperately search that desperation inside me which once felt when I was in my world and that desperation was just nowhere to be found.