Thursday, February 12, 2009

Uh, friends?

There is a trivial sense of purpose in everything; I can't find any close lowest common denominator of my state when sitting among friends, and the vice-versa. Our paths diverged, right after our basic 'ethics (to not get oneself killed) in a society' were established. And now, rather than see them - the friends - as different in their condition of continuing education, the daily mad dash to the office, or even juggling between both at times, I see us as different people who stayed close. There is nothing sad about this, just my take, and I'm alright with that fact.

But then we are at a loss when it comes to contributing to a friend's life, as we can't critique on anybody or send give right advices - otherwise I'd have been lambasted from each and every side a long time back, for example. In that desperate attempt to feign , we would try building up a set of facts that would lead a third person to believe that we actually made a difference, which is why we throw out everything that could've been said or done (and counted as the 'right thing'). In much of the cases - to no surprise - what comes out is nothing but a projection of our own fears and anxieties born from our own situation, and a solution to ourselves. But that doesn't mean we don't care - we do - just that it's hard to live YOUR life when ours is still ON. Yesss, we have the freedom to obsess us with ourselves. This might be because everybody has 'scraped through' in this age of man bites man (for the gender neutral: man bites man). There are no shining examples of life amongst us today; no certain futures, only anxiety as we cling all the more strongly to any pursuits. It works backward when we start on making inferences on another person's state; we only end up watching our lingering/futile dreams on a huge mental screen.
There is no path; only an ambiguous sense of utility that carries us through.
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