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Monday, August 23, 2010

The Web

Flashy yet mysterious it looks, you are easily drawn to it. No matter who you are or what you do, you want desperately to join it, be part of that bond and stick to its fragile tricky walls.

Suddenly you are in. It is not as tough as you imagined it to be. On the contrary, you feel like you are the One.You look in their eyes, you believe that you are among the chosen few. They are selective, but it seems like they were just waiting for you.

You get on board and have a look. You only see what they want you to see. What is real is kept in store for you to discover on your own. Some of them see themselves in you. Some of them know what you are going through. Others want to warn you and make you escape, but they know for sure that you will never buy what they have to say.

Still, you are dazzled and impressed. Striving and working so hard, you want to prove that you are up to it. You convince yourself that you are happy and that it is your dream. However, by time, you feel possessed. You want to run and get out. "This is not where I belong. This is not what I want," you keep on yelling but it seems like no one is listening. Are they deaf? Or are they just pretending not to be? You look into their eyes and try to find an answer, but NOTHING. They are all emotionless. What happened to them? Are they your companions whom you were dying to befriend with? Or do they seem like monsters who feed on your pain and will never jump in to help their supposed to be "friend"?

That is when you feel that you don't fit in anymore. To your surprise, they let go of you. Deep inside they know for sure that you will be back. For them, it is just a matter of time.

You feel free and think you will soon attain your old dreams. But to your disappointment, you realize that you do not fit anywhere but in the WEB. You have just become like everyone else. Then you are back. You succumb to your reality and hope they would take you back. You look into their eyes again, but you don't find gratitude.

Let's face it my friend, you are not the first and won't definitely be the last.

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