This morning is not the same

You want to be allowed to speak any way you wish, but you get the feeling that people judge you on the ways you express yourself too much, and to such an extent too blatantly, for you to feel adequate for the job at hand to communicate and to relate. Many go to work even on the weekends, some stay at home to fend off a dirty hangover, you pass strangers by, wondering if they are the same like you, you are a specie on a planet, you ignore that others exist, they are your fellows, but you can never communicate with them, or relate with them, on a level that you do with your friends and family. Sometimes you wander through the world knowing there is something wrong with it. You want it to change. People realize themselves through the things they perceive. They perceive things a certain way. They think it has anything to do with them, and their senses. They condone welfarism. One day they will give food for free to unemployed persons and children at supermarkets. Homelessness will be fended off, people will be domesticated even more. We have to be this way to not be that way. We will forget our histories again, and move on into the future as if it's today, our last day. We do not know what they know, but we know we are better off. We are the way we want to be. We want to be the way we are. It is not so. We have to conform to a "norm". This morning is not the same because you realize as your life is different to others, that you are different to them. Even though you are the same species, you are not of the same world. This idea and ideal stretches as far as the mind can see. Yes it has its limits, and it has its ends. The beginning we saw only what we knew, and now is the same, though we think we think differently because things are different. We only believe them to be different because that is exactly how we thought in the beginning. This is not so. We have to be reminded on our true testimony to life, reality and existence. We cannot remind each other that we are not allowed to separate as a species. That we are not allowed to live our lives away from society. Society has bent itself everywhere on this planet, to prove it, simply, the Moon. We have made it that far, went even to Mars, and we believe that humans can find refuge from each other like some Buddhist Monk away from all others. It is not so. Even the planes are everywhere. A man alone, may become insane, but a man alone is not insane to himself, unless he is reminded that he is insane. Our true testimony to life, reality and existence, is that we have to make peace and say goodbye. The time has come for us to note that humans force everything and everyone onto the same boat. Let us not measure our lives in accordance to others, but hopefully find the quiet solitude required to attain enlightenment, and privacy, and freedom, and originality once more.