A Clear Pool

What do we do this for? This civilization- this society- it's everywhere, but just as nameless wherever we go. Talking about class separation, talking about stress-exhaustion, over work, over stimuli- we talk so much, but even we do nothing about it. Even the people who stop enough to think about it can do little to change this prevailing wave of apathy and degradation. We are all helpless to the power of dissatisfaction. I could really wait my whole life for you to find me... but what good does that do, if there is no direction to it? How can you find something if you don't know how to look for it? What if you find it, and you don't know what to do with it? Even if you found me, could I really do anything that would make your life any better? Do I have the power to change your fate? Or is our fate that we will meet and it will amount to nothing? We drink and talk until the sun comes up... what does it amount to? I can not say what fate has in store for us. I can n...

That dreaded word again, Reality. I had been briskly walking ahead of it for some time, and it caught up to me again. Or I lingered long enough for it to match my pace. It's not like I was running away, but I was aware that it had been following me- and my thoughts were always going back to its presence. I was trying to think of how to approach it all this time, but today I decided to just casually stride beside it for once. The conversation was not brief, and by no means shallow. But we had a good chat for once. Usually I think I am too defensive, not very reasonable. But after watching some TV show, we had something to start with, so I decided to stick around long enough to explore a broader discussion. "You know, you can't live in a dream forever-" -is not something I have to worry about hearing from my friend, Reality. I guess we both understand that I am aware of this. And he knows that I hear it all the time from our mutual acquaintances. So the conversa...