I Need No Title.

Dear Reader,

Sorry for not being true to my word. I am writing again, not with a heavy heart, I assure you. I decided that writing is indeed a wonderful way of venting out my thoughts. Especially, when no one knows who I am. I’d be scoffed in my friend circle for all this.

If Leonardo Da Vinci and Albert Einstein were alive today, they would undoubtedly say this – “The irony is thick, war is a beastly thing we abhor, yet our minds turn constantly to its constructs.” Here is what I’d like to tell them. Your work would actually hasten the end of war. That springs from your humanity. I see no irony in your desire for peace.
Now where did that come from, you may ask? I learn from comics/graphic novels. Everyone would say and ignore comics because they have incorrect English. What do you expect from a generation whose knowledge of comics is restricted to the pathetic Archies.

Everyone thinks they are too intelligent for all their peers. ‘Everyone’ here means the age group between 15 and 25. Younger than that are allowed to live dumb and be unaware. The intelligence I was referring to stops at stupid things such as sex, who is rich, who gets to drive underage, how much alcohol you can consume before lying flat on your back and how much you know about your music. Anyone oblivious to such things is either a nerd or someone who thinks he’s too cool to care. This is what these people would call us. But, are these actually the things you want fill up the limited percentage of our brains we humans can use? Great men die, imparting their worldly wisdom and we hate them because they are material in our textbooks.

We live in a dark and violent world with treachery the most prominent feature of it. Everything we think we know is based on blind beliefs. i.e. – God, religion and how to live your life.
Who set these rules? Things we haven’t even sat and thought about. Things you would be unsure of if you actually mused over them. But, no, our life is all about ‘scoring’, we have our shortcuts (alcohol & drugs) waiting for us.
We don’t want to know what to do with our life and couldn’t care less about it. We think we’ll live it just as it comes.

Now what would people say if I wanted to change this? “Join the system, go there, make an impact.”
Truth be told, the world is already hopelessly lost. From a time where thinkers were as common as mice to a time where thinkers and thinking is as rare as the Tasmanian Devil.
Keeping up with me?
The world has a cancer. A cancer that cannot be cured. It can be put at bay, but it shall always come back. The least we can do is be the world’s chemotherapy. Delay the doom.

How?
Think. Question. Fight.
It’s easy. Take time off petty things which race in your mind almost always. Sit down alone and think of everything you’ve ever believed in. Then, question everything that came to your mind. And then, fight it. Fight it in the form of arguments with your elders or with whoever you think would make you think. Start with this and it’ll all come along.

Sorry for being the most boring 16 year old in the world with no life at all. I’m above you yet.

With all due respect (none),
Esh Dec In