Vicissitudes.. my premise on being..

Funny how life turns out.. From childhood you are led to believe that you are the most special human being on earth. Led on by this fantastical web of tall tales that all your dreams can come true. And that you can do everything you like, and be anything you want to be and still come out the special human being you were born and raised to believe.
But then, in comes major life altering decisions, and we try to make these decisions with this same sense of invincibility ofcourse.. Only to be scoffed at and faced with this hard blunt truth, that this demigod image of yourself, whom your parents idolized (until you decided you wanted to wear sneakers instead of your pink-ribboned maryjanes) was in fact that, just a demigod. Nothing more, nothing less. Bound by earthly rules, stuck in limbo between heaven and earth with this bloated sense of self-worship. Always out to prove something worthy of a god.
And as one task after another fails and disappoints, one grows old. And they simply resign to the big fat fact circle of life.. 
To nest, procreate, raise little demigods, crush the poor little buggers spirits, because heaven forbid, they might think their special, and just might sit out the first 25 years of their lives down at your basement, waiting for that special break that they so rightly and adamantly think they deserve. And then where would you be? Back to sqaure one, pondering on how a special person like you, could spawn such a disappointment ;P 
Funny how life turns out.. Cause if only someone told you right from the start, that you were here on your own terms, god, demigod, or even the commonest of serfs.. their wouldn't have been room for disappointment.

Here's to jobs that pay the rent! Cheers!


9tha Jan 2010