SOCIETY, indeed a crazy breed, as we hike along with a massive dearth of contentment, liabilities, and sensibilities and make inroads into the deep craters of hollows.

The bully of the hour may well be our boundless appetite and craving, which dismiss terms like necessity and requirement; the lusty character often culminates in a plethora of misjudgements and sequences of missed chances, making us human beings mere dolls in a puppet show performing in the hands of their merciless masters. So who’s the master? May be a second self we have given birth to??

It’s indeed ironic how we have steadily transformed ourselves into breathing products of materiality and surface, one ponders.

Isn’t it funny how this disguised second self in us, made of greed, savagery, disregard, and perhaps egotistical forms of existence, persistently darkens our mind, heart, brain, and even body? Do we open introspective spaces to extensively realise this?? Do we try to construct sovereign roads to subjugate the issue?? Or do we repeatedly get controlled by this delusional self??

One feels that the stunts and glitters of time absorb us beyond the realms of practicality. Would it be appropriate to refer to ourselves as independent?

Somehow, we comfortably oversee the fulfilments on hand. In the process, do we show ignorance towards weaving the moral fabric that ‘WE’ as a society need? Missing out on bonding with broader spaces like freedom, solace, introspection, and perhaps more such spaces?? Can we righteously identify our necessities and requirements??

Adhering to these self-inventive times, decimating principles, ideologies, and simplicity, are we convicts of this brawl between necessity and luxury that inwardly drains us, making us lonely and miserable breeds of souls?? It feels as if rationality and wisdom of thought, along with the nourishment of our judgements, have long been on trial.

One contemplates that ‘Life’ is a fabric we have collectively voiced and woven.

And in that case, the question that often invades my mind is:

Are we resolutely part of the fabric??

Or

Are we trapped by the fabric??