Eons have passed

Eons later...

Millenia seems to have passed.
As i whiled away my time.
Disregarding this little cyber alcove of my thoughts.
Already this place is startin to feel rather ancient.
Cyber decay and electronic parasites have made their home.

Hah. Things have settled a little since that frenetic night of frenzy.
About some time to return to reality.
Sadly in this hols, money has become a prime concern.
Particularly due to it being the major holiday season.
There are friendly obligations to fulfil.
Except the means to do so are pretty out of reach.
Presents for a bazillion friends.
That you suddenly wish that you could be some remote hermit for a day.

My days are mundane as far as mundane can get.
Which is a drastic waste of time.
I pray and hope the interviews are successful.
As least an avenue for time spent.
At least its for the good of the economy.....
Okay. That's really lame.
I suppose stayin at home and engaging in mindless cyber slaughter.
Does have a definite effect on accelerating mental atrophy.
Look at where my brains and wits are going.
Oblivion would be an understatement.
Already, i knew this post was decicated to babbling.

While i'm not caught up with choking deadlines in school.
Or participating in mindless ventures.
I suppose there's still that little window of time for some pensiveness.
Perhaps i'm daydreaming.
Somehow it gives my mind a moment's respite with myself.
Which is rarely experienced during the schoolyears.
Yet ponderings allow me to reflect and reminisce.
All the better to treasure the memories.

Humans are the epitome of hubris.
We only learn to treasure that we have lost.
We are short sighted.
We spend time trying to regulate our society.
Yet ironically we fight for free will and freedom of speech.
The governments and the world claim to fight for a better tomorrow.
Yet secretly and discreetly they are exposing loopholes for benefits.
How contrived.

However, our very imperfection is the reason behind our brilliance.
Then again.
Who is to say whether i'm right or wrong.
Who is to make judgement on anything at all?

Ideals are there to inspire not to be goals of acheivement.
As with Utopia.