Zeus' Wife

[The movie Juno has managed to inspire my bleak and desolate mind to write a run of the mill blog post about adolescence.]

We don't know where we are going and we don't know where we are from.
As soon as adolescence materializes, hormones surface and your mind brims with questions which are far less than tangible. You inevitably question the existence of God (iconoclasm is quickly, if not hastily, adopted) and incontrovertibly loose your faith in Humanity. The hypocrisy of life and the speciousness of morality hits you so hard that it send you reeling for seven years.
Ironically though, while you loose faith in all the institutions that require it, you also become an idealist. Sanguinely hoping that maybe through the grace of something you no longer believe in, your cynicism and skepticism will be shattered in the light of the marvelous wonder of altruism (or anything a notch below egocentrism).
Those years of stupendous contradictions have only one road to salvation, humour. It is the solitary thing that will keep you from being obliterated; loose it and you end up as just another platitudinous piece of text in black and white.

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Procrastination

[Old habits die hard?]

As the fog dissipates,
the future is foretold.
The prophesied disaster
Followed by sorrow,
Sorrow by the profane.
Vows succeed all,
But as pledges break
The cycle perpetuates.

The wrench of pain and grief crumble
At the sight of the inveterate.
But indifference, not
Admonition, emerges victorious
Over the incorrigible.

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The Second Hand

Traveling its preordained path, 

It brings closer that which I fear.
Its apathy causes indignation,
Pleas of mercy affect it not.
Traversing its perfect path
Being its only objective;
Misery, its primary incentive.
On reaching its destination,
It unveils the secrets of its land;
Casting loose either
Insidious sorrow or Utopian joy.
I now await to see
Which course the elusive shall take.

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And a Happy New Year....

This post is a little late in the coming (12 days if my grasp on time hasn't completely been lost), but I have the support of the fool who claimed, "Better late than never."



The New Year is symbolic of new beginnings, new hopes, new trials and (most famed of them all) new resolutions.
For maybe the first 15 days of the new year, people's spirits are high, either the outcome of new found optimism or maybe that of the holidays' festive mood or maybe it's just that strong spirit. But at the dawn of the 16th day, reality comes crashing down like a wall of cement built on a house of cards. The pessimism that plagued us previously returns, those violent and exotic shades of green and red disappear in favour of grays of the city's landscape of undulating concrete.
So my decision was to make a resolution, but on the dirge of the previous year; this resolution was to make none in the coming year. Worked brilliantly. There was very little room for error; all I had to do was eat cake when the countdown began.

I don't mean to sully the zest of the resolution hopefuls. So until the day of realization- I fare thee well in the land of bliss.

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