Beacons

It's funny how we would want to share our thoughts yet keep the innermost ones out of everyone's reach. It's such an irony that this archaic blog of mine was named The Sanctuary because in the end most of the time it is actually a 100m range for my rant bullets.

Things around us move on, people too. So what if i remain unchanged, feelings and dedication and all. Would I stay relevant?

I envy practical people. They make decisions and move on. Maybe i dislike them for their trend. Or maybe im just jealous.

I think im just irrelevant in this society.

Outdated values.




People call me pessimistic, but i trust my judgement.
We are losing time all the while,
and we dont have much to dither with false hopes and expectations.

We are aging.
I thought i can just waste my life away doing nothing, but where exactly is this feeling of anxiety coming from?

My future is dim. And there are no lighthouses for me.
No harbour to dock,
I sail away to my distant memories.