Pariah
In life, many things are self-fufilling prophecies; if you say it often enough, it comes true.
That’s why I find it hard to talk about things I will regret later. But that ability comes with age.
As one grows older, one realises that happiness is won, not given. And we fight, throughout our lives, to gain the kind of happiness we yearn, the fulfillment we sought.
Unfortunately, there are those who grow old without acquiring the wisdom, of learning from history, the success you have today doesn’t stay with you forever.
What goes around comes around.
Do not what you want not unto others.
When you are confronted with the challenge to make a choice between comfort and defending your belief, comfort comes first.
Never bite the hands that feed you. So, you transfer that fear of the hand who feeds you and at the same time slaps you, pour liquid wax on you and pulls your hair to another person, considering the fact that people don’t even do this to their pets.
Yes, you can always say there’s where your loyalty lies, but that’s really pathetic, though the hands that feed you consider everyone else pariah, except for those in his elusive circle of friends of cronies and back-stabbers.
So, who is the real pariah?
So, yes, I guess, this is the real “The End”.
Though we will never know what happens after the end credit rolls over.
But really, some of us are engineers, architects, analysts, virologist, award winning writers, phDs, among other things, which makes one wonders who is the real Pariah here. A lousy contractor with a nice title?
Name:
一派胡言。