And It Was

And so he sat there, staring blankly into the computer screen trying to come up with something to write about. "Something, anything!", he shrugged to himself. Not that he had nothing to write about, no no no. Clouds of memories were called upon in his mind, but he simply could not figure out what to put in print. Should he post about his driving today? Or maybe the working experience of the past week. Or perhaps delve into the spiritual side of things. Post a song? Copy some lyrics? He couldn't decide. He just couldn't decide..

And so he let his mind wander. It's been a while since he found himself in such a contemplative manner. Listening to a line from Juwita Suwito, "Is this all that life is meant to be, surely there's more" rang ever more familiar and heartfelt than before. In his own space of mind, he finds security in the little things that make up his perception of reality. Family, home, friends, church, studies. He is seemingly calm on both sides of the soul, spiritually at ease and physically in good health. A little up here and a small down there of course, but otherwise he has little to boast or complain about.

And that's how he is now, contented. Going about in his life like any other normal person. But in the deep recesses of his mental sanctuary, he kept tucked away piles and piles of ideas, images, speeches and thought bubbles that he had gathered over time. Some he wished he hadn't acquired, others he thought made no relevance to him, and still left over are what he considered to be 'serious issues' that he bring out onto the whiteboard to ponder upon every now and then. Ah yes, the 'serious issues'. The kind that made Kee Ken feel small. Very small, in the face of what happens in the world. Life, is...so precarious, he concludes. Oh but to look at life through the eyes of another.....that would be his one and only wish if he had a choice.

And he sat there, sifting through the slow and steady influx of thoughts as he allowed his mind to be immersed in a silent swim down the torrents of 'reality'. His reality. The questions burst into the front, and he ran them along the 'how' part of his electrical gray matter. How we all sit idly while so many people in the world have to live in desperation. How nations are putting money into killing machines, and not feeding the poor. How we can look at matters so shortsightedly and blatantly ignore the real problems gnawing away at the world, our planet.

And he thought of the answers he that he himself would give as a member of what he considered as the 'lost sheep' of the earth that we live in. "It's a dog-eat-dog world, the poor are simply the ones who are eaten; it's more important to protect national interests with military might than looking after some petty social welfare issues; there would be no incentive for excellence if everyone is equally taken care of; the planet would still be around for at least another million years; who cares if somebody dies every 3 seconds since the planet is overcrowded anyway; this is the way 'reality' operates you buffoon, you just gotta go along and LIVE WITH IT!!!"

And so he lost again, to the side of him that is.... more in tune with the 'real world'. Who was he to stop the world in its tracks and tell everyone off? Till death do the people part with this sinful broken world, he declared and his split-persona then faded into its watchful slumber once again..