Way to Airport - Thoughts

Life’s crowded chaos stains the air,
No soul feels warm, no heart beats fair.
We rush through days in a tireless chase,
A mortal grind, a hollow race.

I visualise you Sir @Diego walking the open halls of the airport and you then take a seat at a cafe to have a coffee or perhaps a sip of juice. You look at all the people hurrying towards something. A plane to catch, to get to a dear one, to be at a meeting on time, walking, running, sprinting or perhaps lost.

But tell me something Sir Diego, do you also see something else? Do you manage to see a few little individuals who seem different? How about the little children? Or a merry couple holding their hands, waiting at the lounge to board a plane and generate memories? Do you also see a janitor who is quietly going about cleaning the floors time after time without a bother of where others are headed?

Tell me what else do you see in the chaos?

We trade our truth for glittered chains,
Craving praise while wounding veins.
Each uses each to climb and climb,
Blind to love, deaf to the divine.

I feel you on this one. Seems like the story iterated again from the surface go my soils. Lots of asking for validation, lots of pretending, lots of display of power and a ton of domination. I wonder where all the folks are wanting to reach. Isn't it so that that journey we are on are for us only and does not need a comparison with others? If so then why do we work so hard to prove the outcomes to others? Are we living life for others? Does our achievements add to those of others? I fail to understand. Why do we bother? I am not saying that I do not. I do get bothered myself, but I wish to be aware in doing so and nonetheless with the do otherwise.

This world wanders lost, in sorrowed lines
Even God has left it a thousand times.

Hahaha, I find this amusing and actually true. A different perspective at avatars I guess. 🤭