I haven't wrote anything in a while... haven't been in the mood, and as you can see, this isn't the most happy of pieces I've ever written. Comments are always welcome.
Crowded streets are quite common in the cities. There are often thousands of people that traverse the same path any given day. If you happen to meet one of them, you most likely will never see them again.
I was born without a care in the world. From birth, I've slowly become aged. From my age, I have slowly become wise. But it's not wisdom I seek more of, but rather the virginity I was born with. The more I know, the more I wish I could un-know.
The clockwork of the world is based around what we learn. When we learn too much, we die. When we're old, and we grumble about the world, and its fallacies, we know we have aged and are ready to die. A bitterness consumes those who have seen it all, and bitterness is one's own undoing. We shouldn't be bitter.
But I feel that it's unstoppable. A watch that runs for years will eventually expire. Cogs will become loose, screws untight, and even if it is repaired, it will eventually fail in its operation. The mending, the healing, the repairing, is such an essential element of love, that we can't dismiss it. We have to do it for the sake of love, but we know all will become undone again in time.
And when I see all these people on the streets, and know how they will change, age, and expire just as I will, then I don't feel estranged. If this is indeed humanity in its prime, civilization, and all of those important foundations of structure that are built around the cracks, then I feel things are as they must be, and that I am indeed an efficient human being.
