For Once In My Life
It's Gonna Feel Real Good,
Gonna Make A Difference
Gonna Make It Right"
I really am not a big fan of MJ, I used to love his music as a kid and kinda just grew out of his kind of music. But today i find myself listening to MJ. There is something about his music that tries to tell you about the world around and about harmony and about peace... why even think about all of this? Michael Jackson lived in a time when people needed that sense of confidence and hope and faith. A life that had to be brought up and elevated to a point where pain is only a distant dream.
Before my eyes flashed long lines drawn on an excel sheet, all colourful... it was giving me a headache just trying to look at this beautifully adorned schedule which i was racking my brains on. I had to finish this schedule or the whole world would have come crumbling down... I had a schedule, a reputation to live up to. My personal life was crumbling, important life and death decisions needed to be taken. If I chose to wait, unacceptable, it had to be now. With all this in my head, surrounded all around by shit... here was the soldier of fortune trying to figure out a schedule for a film that was his ticket to the next stage. Bonus points (ka-ching)
Someplace else people ran for cover, riddled with bullets at a popular joint where they serve perfectly chilled beer and amazing meat. At a place well planned people fell to the ground bleeding when all they wanted was to board a train home after a long day's work. A mile away business deals were closing and new deals getting made to combat the "growing" economic recession. (BOOM - KABOOM) ring-a ring-a roses we all fall down.
The excel sheets mattered no more, the schedule completed mattered no more. The world mattered. For a brief period my life mattered. But like before it seemed just like a dream to be alive. How can the lives of so many mean nothing? How can there be so little regard to human blood? But terrorism is something that cannot be questioned because there are no answers.
But yes there are questions and they need answers. We need someone to be crucified for this. We need someone to blame. the govt., the people, the terrorists, the hotel security. The whole world seems like its going to the dogs... God does not exist or maybe he's just forgotten us... I still don't see reason in his existence anyway. I heard someone tell me that if we don't do our job properly in a corporate setup we are flushed out of the system... Whom do we flush out? let us exalt the terrorists, they did their job exceptionally well. Have we become so cold that we have to crucify??? Is there no solution?
I walk to the corner of my room and stand face to face with the man who has the answers to all of this and I ask him these questions. And answers I demanded. I am not distressed, I had already known something like this would happen and I knew that this was just the beginning and that something bigger was on its way. But I needed answers for the questions that was bothering me. And the only thing I hear is:
I'm Staring With The Man In
The Mirror
I'm Asking Him To Change
His Ways
And No Message Could Have
Been Any Clearer
If You Wanna Make The World
A Better Place
Take A Look At Yourself, And
Then Make A Change
The answers to all of this is with us. We have voted our leaders to power, let us have faith for once instead of demanding results immediately. Its easy to blame but what can we do? We can do a lot. spread a lot more love (if there is anything like that). Spread an ideology of peace. Its with all of us. We are mighty intolerant to everything about us and when something like this happens, its not the concern or the sympathy of the event but the fear of our own lives for which we need explanation for. can we all for once look at ourselves in the mirror and see how have we lived our lives. Everyday is a demand. We demand to live one more day, when we already know that that is one thing we should not demand because today is a gift, and thats why its called the present. We cannot demand gifts. We live. Nothing about us is real, its just a facade that is there. We live with masks on and believe its the truth. We forget in time that what we have is the present and that is something that no one can take from us. We have to live for that.
i wanted to write something else but i guess i got only till here because there's so much to say and so much of thought, emotion but cannot. things need to be done. we need to support our people and help in every way to live. terror is faceless and they will always be powerful because of that.
