Race and pace, two elements which have taken over every mind and soul. This is the era of extra, more and exceptional. People have made peace with the chaos around and have started living in easy installments. It amuses me to the core, knowing there is no certainty in anything but death, yet the obligation to be a slave and interestingly enjoying it.
Time seems a luxury, and family has taken a backseat, for work is worship and earning something extra has always helped. True, but what happened to the dreams which are achievable and inexpensive. Happiness is no longer a feeling, but a reflection of everything material. We inadvertently chose slavery over freedom.
Chained melodies and numbered breaths, somethings got lost in the process of reset.