XXI. CENTURY VIEW OF LIFE

Where are our youth heading, to ruins or creation? Above, a sleepless man, trampling on the age of Christ, ponders his blundering failures, while inside, a small child, broken in spirit, cries out. A confused, meaningless sound-orchestral ant-circus chirp-chirp-chirp. Hysterical mall divas, shopping queens for whom a single purchase is a collection of useful treasures, and it is not impossible that they ignore discounts and special offers; with their arrogant chicken-whispering, they are themselves inedible idiots!

Their ambitious hopes for the universal world stink like mash or massive manure juice - already stinging your olfactory senses, your follicular almonds, from afar. Crystal-clear sage-judgments lie like embezzled cards in the bottomless depths of human skulls. Here even morality is hesitant, often hesitating and sick. The most sacred word of honour is given for false rabbit-wren promises, when after seven heartbeats it runs into Bushido law!

Verily, verily, our broken youth is broken. And now, with overgrown, mature heads, it is for us alone to act with reckoning thoughts, and to offer on the altar of accepting sincerity, or to remain doubting in the immortality of time!

Why do we keep silent to the present truth? Are we hypnotized by a brainwashed society?! It happens that by cheating, by abandonment, by squalid half-heartedness, we inflict selfish, protective wounds in the other. We lie to ourselves, too, if we say that our mistakes were rightly made - even though vulnerability is now our only and only legitimate temptation: how will our fate continue to be on the side of the risks we can take in the uncertainty of tomorrow?

We wait only to take care of ourselves, if we are not careful of others, we may lose a lot by falling into deepening pits!