truth... really?

honesty evades me. not that there’s a lot of me to spout in the first place.

certain things, and by things, i mean secrets. they are pieces i can’t handle. true enough, it’s a part of me. but i’m afraid of cutting myself if i pick them up. shards of shattered glass. tiptoe, balance off around such fragments of my own life that i dare not touch.

i steer clear of all political, gender, sexual, religious, racial, issues. does that define who i am? if i take away all that is i, what is left? i am segregated by politics, it’s a belief that i should vote for the opposition party, whichever that might be. if only to have a different ruling body, even if change isn’t something that might come along. but as much as we want to believe in democracy, it doesn’t exist anywhere else but in our heads. deny them 2/3 and we get what we want? i really doubt the majority of our country would want anything to change. the rich get richer, the poor get poorer. bribery, extortion,black markets, corruption, polygamy, spoon fed education, poverty, racial discrimination. these are real problems in real time. why are they not addressed? why no solutions? have the brains of our country gone off to seek better opportunities elsewhere? i am not surprised. is this a generation of people who are incapable of thinking for themselves? i am ashamed to say that i was previously an ignorant member of this society. and even now, perhaps i am still ignorant. i still comfortable in my zone, typing away at these problems but not doing anything about it. am i afraid of being labelled? i, a branch of this tree that is rotting away to parasites of a forest i can’t wait to cut myself away from. why then are we satisfied with how things go? is there not supposed to be a voice for change? real change? we are already divided as we came to be. can you categorize unity? individualism, i say. “no man is an island”? you’re the only one you can count on.

different political stands, multiple races, even more religions, there used to be only man and woman, but with technology and a few liberal countries, even gender becomes complicated. how can we still say there’s unity? of course, as human beings, of flesh and blood, we are supposed to be equal.

ah what has this post become…..

i’ve spun far across what i’ve intended to say. but these are random thoughts i need to tie together. interrelated.

maybe in the light of the election, i have evolved temporarily into a person who cares somewhat for this nation. my view of realism has suppressed any inkling of ideal worlds. they let you down. remember that.