Feeling F B and A

It’s again one of that days where time flies by, people try to be articulate and choose sides and make themselves known for have an opinion. Then again it’s also one of those days that starts off with people laughing at their inner jokes, asking for your knowledge and sniggers at them behind your back afterward. We live in an alienation society, people likes to break people apart, intentionally and otherwise. Loner types, people who keeps to themselves will never be able to break into the mold. We would be all too sensitive, too much predetermined negativity in our mind that to trust people with our thoughts will be the ultimate fear. Sad is a given, that one man has to endure a lot after giving so much. But I refuse to think that our fate can only be managed by this one person, we could always model ourselves to his strongest characteristics and learn from his mistakes. We are many and we are strong, we can do better. Believe this and we shall prevail. All we have to do is play our part and give our all to the cause. Not to only rely on people to do our bidding and cry when they are restricted to do so, for they are not our servant and we are not their master. Pacifying my ambivalent by divulging to the world of nostalgia, the only thing I know how to do. Love the way the story was made, and how the characters developed. Never for one to be 1 dimensional, they feel like long lost friends which you can always call to purge your sorrows. The only way that I know to keep me sane, to keep me strong to keep me light. For I am not actually strong nor reliable. I am old but not wise, I am not sad nor happy nor feel, I am just am.