Find yourself
The tempo starts again, to the music, for the dancers and by the musicians. Though who is the choreographer? Leave that person be for it is the anonymous being that enchants or enthralls the dance floor to be filled with states of illusions and hypnotic lights. Though, when did it become a disco? There should have been a boulevard just below and the bands who played the ballads have been replaced by DJs that mix music not to turn atmospheres but to further entrench the living into a zombiefied state of a group that follows only the beat of the tempo, with the breath of the bass, and the roar of the guitar, from the darker parts of society.
Mind the contrast, it is often read but not understood. A society sees change but their eyes are not watching with ernest, for they see not the reasons and only the images that reflect change. They just follow them, as if following a trend. Even if to their death and destruction, or to the abominations that serve no rightful purpose, they would dance to the beat until the true cause was revealed. While the day becomes a task well done, the participants are even more hypnotised by the implanted subliminal messages that flow through their veins. In such a subconscious manner, they are thought to be slaves to the music, taking the sensation as an authority over their being. As they sought out the meanings of their being, they lost their sights to a clearer and more broader pathway. Instead, they fell into the trappings of a mastermind who's aim was to capture their hearts and with no intention to let go. What a day, and another shall come. For there are too many masterminds for captivating the lost. The irony is, even though they are found, they still remain lost.
In a cradle of life, to the coffin that confines the dead, all that walk the earth must perish. Though the pathway to that death or end is not clear. One always seeks to find some place for their own ends to meet and it seldom turns out that way. Those who are lucky see it right before their eyes, and they try their very best to grasp it. Though, no path is without stones or pot-holes as to no life is without hardships or pain. A life as miraculously blessed would not define a human existance, it would just be a lie too deep. From the bottoms of the ocean to the space and beyond, you can see it all, view it all and drink it deep to form your own picture of a desired destiny and end. The reaches of your mind are confined to only the imagination that runs free and wild. Just take it all in and you might find another way here, or there, or perhaps nowhere. It is just as you might see it or might not, for it still is up to you. The dance is merely a place to forge and learn ideas. But do not let yourself be caught with the flow because it is a flow ready to follow, but instead be caught in the flow that you know is for you to follow. Find something worth your while and do it so that you shall not regret it later. Think, search then move.
When there is light, the dark will always come. Even when there is no light, you still see the dark. For it is light that you want so much and it is light that you think you never get. Thus, it is only dark that you shall see. Look in another perspective, where there be no light or dark but just a place with no differences. What is that place and what does it mean?
Though you fall, never give up. Though you run, never hide.
Look in the mirror and find yourself.
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