The day that turned grey

Imagine the day your world went silent, the jet plane that flew overhead is nothing but a quiet speck in the universe. The day you felt nothing, taste nothing and all you senses go numb. I call this day, the day that turned grey. I was on my scooter as usual on my way off to work, the sky was grey, I saw a plane, it moved slowly across the sky, it was quiet, a shocking silence. I look back onto the road and everything was back in motion, and then I glance back up again...the silence sets in.

Where was I? The questions we ask our maker flooded my thoughts. What was I doing with whatever I have left?

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I told myself I have to remember this day, because the helplessness and the doubts that came with the silence is something worth pondering on. I needed to answer those questions.

Where are you heading? : To work, and I am not happy with work, in fact, I am angry, I am angry that the system of work favours the parasites, it drives competition among colleagues who have the humblest intentions, to do their best, yet it makes people turn against each other and also themselves. People lose themselves because in this world, the society doesn't like us to be ourselves, so through education, they mould us, they take our souls away and replace us with a parasite. A parasite so strong, it works you to your death. 


Can you do better? : What the hell are you talking about, of course I can, I need to, I have to find a system where everyone wins, you reap the fruit of your labour and all is in your control, not in the organization, not in the society, not in the financial climate. Not only I can do better, I want everyone to do better.


What are you going to do about it? : I'll find the vaccine, I'll purge this parasite and I will succeed. Lord help me. Help me see, help me feel.