Kura

Ren
1 min readMay 25, 2022

I’ve reached to a point where I can’t put into words about how I perceived the chasms and ruptures of the society’s progression.

Novel ideas brought ingenuity and mankind is continually progressing forward. Time’s ticking and the world still spins around.

An irrelevant being shunned and chased the inevitable fate of the society. I have been auto-piloted to function as programmed. It’s tirelessly exhausting, it’s tirelessly excruciating. How constricting it is to maintain one’s freedom and peace to continuously prevail.

I mind how intellectuals contribute to the pool of knowledge which I aspire to attain and to engage with the exchanges of discourse and idea. Movements such as advancement of one’s career and being a steward of change brought pressure to cultivate the civilization’s success.

I am currently dazed with these interrelated things and to be honest, I want the world to pause and let me breathe in. For today, I found my workplace after work hours silence, a small talk to my colleague, and my post rush hour train ride cathartic in the midst of hustle and bustle of city life despite the lost of words in this dizziness. Maybe giving meaning to mundane things on Earth would create a pause within — to have an oasis in the middle of the scorching desert. This post-pandemic world is nothing different as Old Sugarman said, time’s arrow neither stands still nor reverses. It merely marches forward.

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