What Do I Know

There is much to write, so little time. There is much of me to give, yet so little I give. If writing is an extension of the self, an ascension, I am still searching for my wings, hoping they grow out of my backbone somehow.

Still, giving or not giving, it is good to be alive, I realised some time ago. Not just for the pleasure of words or music. To just stay around and witness how this world, in all its ugliness or beauty, evolves. You get closer to it, know it, dark side included - do not be drawn just to the light. Of course you can laugh at it! You are a fragment of it! And it is only healthy to laugh at yourself sometimes. It will also make the acceptance of our own nature, more acceptable. Still, at times, it is a hard pill to swallow. Especially the hypocrisy. Just look at the Winter Olympics soon to be held in China. Or the bullying on the South China Sea. Politics, hypocrisy, what is the difference? Or should I say that politics is hypocrisy at its highest level! Even domestically, politics is a set of rules in a game that guarantees silent compliance and builds blind trust for a minority. Then again, what do I know, what do I know.