WE ARE ALL MAD PEOPLE 👽

It's a hot Thursday morning, decorated aggressively by a clear blue sky, it's emptiness is giving me some uncomfortable feeling that am finding too awkward to trust. The day is the 15th of February, the year 2024. As usual, alone in my room, am trying to sell my concentration and nerves to one of my favorite reads 'PERSONAL', A Jack Reacher thriller series by Lee Child. Through my window, a teenage girl is dancing to her rhythmic infatuations holding some red roses. They are plastic! Don't get me wrong, I'm not a hater but I can tell from the stiffness of the petals despite her motion and the wind.

What's so exciting about this day for someone to disturb my peace. Times are hard in the eastern countries and we are barely surviving between the dollar appreciation and our corrupt leaders. It's a Man-Eat society and brotherhood has become an old tale of the folks.

Now that she has my attention, I can read her little mind. The red bunch is a gift of love(supposedly) from her boyfriend. Plastic flowers to represent permanent love. Ridiculous, right?!! Humans amaze me. What do I know about love anyway?? A few hours ago, the whole world was celebrating Valentine Day and lovebirds didn't hesitate to put up a show. Crazy to see some still stuck and lingering to the illusion a day after. I said I'm not a hater, don't misjudge me, but come on guys, anyway. "Shut up kid!!" I shout at her, in my mind of course. "What do you know about love and life? You are far from a Victoria secret bra expense and you think this is a paradise you got all figured out?? I'd recommend you pick the bench and watch, they have just begun, the lessons I mean. 

Life is the meanest devil you'll ever meet. Hold your horses lads, before you throw tantrums my way, I demand a court hearing. Guilty I may seem, but every culprit deserves a chance for defense. The 'ambassadors ' of the law will agree with me on that, for once! And for the record your 'honor', I said what I said, sorry never. May what I say here be used against me in the court of law....... 

Life isn't life!

People think they live life but what they do is experience life. Life lives on its own. It exists through you, you don't live it. Life corrodes your soul and clouds you with a wave of feelings and emotional comfort that twists every part of your lame body to operate to its liking. Slowly, without noticing, all aspects of life are transferred into your unaware system like a computer does to a USB gadget. 'I live the life I want' 'I love who I want and how I want' 'I do what I want' Bullshit!! You sound as stupid as myself when the son of Zeus tried to warn me of the present days but I was clogged with the fantasy of the mortal world.

I won't pick on the big mountains, how about the anthill behind your grandmother's hut, for today; LOVE. Life has to make you a mad person for you to believe in love. I sound psychotic, I know. Believe me when I tell you that it is only a mad person who is capable of carrying the weight of love. The entry fee for love is a heart full of hope that there's reciprocity. Crazy! Out of sanity, how would one expect another person to be responsible for the validation of their feelings by ideally reciprocating the affection, (for it to be called love) like it's an obligation one is ought to honor. Only a mad person would have such a delusion. Mad, you are!

People take classes with a back knowledge of the outcome. It is the way of things and the only valid explanation of why someone would vent their interest in the first place. The pre-knowledge  of the gain to achieve at the end of the tussle is what trades in the effort and zeal. Ironically, in the class of love, no one knows the outcome. It's like getting into some kind of a kitchen; you either cook, feast at the dining table, get burnt, or end up nibbling crumbs of loneliness. You learn the price you pay at the end of it all. Mad!! Who would indulge in such a gamble. Only a mad man. I would never take my bucks to the bank without a clear demonstration of the interest and rates to earn. That's why those who 'fall in love' may sometimes choose what's stable and real, or not. Because the outcome of a choice is a mystery itself. It's simply a game of risking and guessing, betting your sanity and peace to the mad game. You may trade logic for chaos because to love and to be loved is madness (and sometimes you may not).

It's the currency of love that's worth bankrupting yourself (so they believe). People may have foolish hearts and empty pockets sometimes, but still love though, because, well I told you, to love is to be genuinely mad. A surefire recipe for a disaster disguised as a love story; a beautiful disaster by the way. 

So kid, it is only the madness of life that can coarse and lure you to believe in the idea of a PERMANENT LOVE presented to you in form of RED flowers, PLASTIC in nature! You are MAD! A mad Kid for sure. And you will agree with me that you are. We all are. I would have thought otherwise if he had brought you REAL roses, LIVE ones, WHITE in color preferably, DAZZLING like the cloak of my beloved son of Zeus. WHITE, that's PEACEFUL, but RED, I would be scared if I were you.

Either way, welcome to real life. There are no commercial breaks, and the journey is definitely messy. WE ARE ALL MAD PEOPLE ANYWAY