Nov 01, 12
Mechanical, perfunctory, superficial.
That, is the world in which we live. A world where stability is desired, where we search for a fixed routine, either consciously or unconsciously so. Like clockwork. Nothing but a dull world wrapped up and presented as one full of excitement and mystery. A beautiful box, empty inside, rather like an Easter egg.
Surface, surface, surface.
They say, the older you get, the more wise you become, the more experiences you gain, the more benefits you reap. But, it seems to be the exact opposite, the older one gets, the more bewildered one becomes. It's like a veil has been thrown in front of your face, blurring your vision, your mind, your physical self.
And that's where you start being more and more superficial, no longer minding what truly matters. (what does truly matters anyways?) That's when every stride, every gesture of the hand, every word you may utter, becomes a perfunctory one.
(Note: The above is constituted of unnecessary ramblings, and much bullshit.)