The mess that is life
I think the speed of everything in life has increased tenfold since the advent of modern day technology. Before you know what you're experiencing, it expires and all you're left with is the hollow corpse of your unmitigated emotions. Living as it is takes a toll and this new form even more so. Its noisier, dustier and too damn quick. Somewhere, however, the fault is equally mine. I should know better than to expect the world to fit my pace. That is not how it works. We have to make sure we're better enough to fit the pace of the world and as far as possible, to do so on our terms. This process of individualizing one's living is tough yet necessary. I just hope I don't get muted in the crowd. Thats all.