To talk about humans flaws of all the catastrophe, is too mundane. Bo-ring.
This bunch. This lot, with whom I share my room with, desperately NEED some emergency soul-searching classes, soul-searching courses, soul-searching shows, soul-searching campi...
This lot has one one-thing in common. They all act as one, react as one, sit and stand as one, speak and listen as one.
I am the odd one out.
I don't mind I don't fit in. In fact, there is absolutely 99% that I am perfect. The one percent left is where at any given time, I will make mistake. Cliche to say, no one is perfect.
True.
I wonder if they ever have self-realization. Whatever wrongdoings, they keep them going. They act it out. They talk it out loud. They boast. They flaunt whatever deeds they perform.
Like they are walking in rain with guns in their hands.
Their heads are rock solid, as opposed to sponge. They can't never change, never soak up anything.
How could they never learned from mistakes? Mistakes scare them away.
Seems life never teaches anything.
I am for one, and the only one, out of place. I never left. I have been staying all along. Because my option is limited. My time is running out. I have no where else to go. Because I am a rock myself.
They, are definitely here to stay. A place where they supposed to grow together. The most fitting room.
To do some soul-searching as one.