Bystanders

Most of us remain bystanders in this painfully fleeting life that moves so rapidly slow. Some of us take the bull by its horns and ride it regardless of the consequences; at most times, we watch alongside with caution, apprehension, and that which is most poisonous of all emotions - fear.

And so we watch in fear, as bystanders.

We watch opportunities go by while grabbing all the wrong ones believing they would last. We wait in the hopes that patience would return in kind the time we have let slip by. We fall into routines believing that stability is the personification of an unfathomable life. We place our trust in entities and materialities because seeing is believing. We so willingly choose to be the bystander, among bystanders, to be one with the crowd, to be one of the crowd. Because we so desperately crave to be acknowledged, to be recognised, to be part of the social order. We fear to be different because it is so painful... We fear to be different because we fear who we are and could be.

And the speed of life passes us by. We believe we ride it and are part of the flow, the throng, the rush. We think we are one with the movement as our bodies dissipate into the stream of lights that streak across life.

And as we streak across life thinking that we live it, we return only to acknowledge our solitude and isolation.

"I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something more."

And so we remain bystanders.