Busyness of Life

City life is bursting with activities, there’s no reprieve from the endless chatter. Language has gone through numerous makeovers, to suit the hectic lifestyles; shortened, twisted, and even coalesced to birth new meanings, to suit the nouveau temperaments.

Automobiles hasten the pace of life and it takes skill to tackle their arrogance with certain dexterity of the feet. Even when sidewalks spill over and there is a constant flow of humanity everywhere, with head buried in the latest technologies, people have developed new skills of moving with the flow. As if, everyone has taken a plunge in the sea of humanity; paddling across to destinations planned by someone else. There is no free will, but a coercive wave which is sweeping everyone off their feet.

There is heaviness in the air that we are breathing and is a constant challenge for the lungs to screen the unwanted particles of modern life. Modern life has brought about the most significant change in human behaviour, where moods are so uncertain that an individual becomes unpredictable to oneself.

With varied mood swings, tackling equally volatile situations throughout the day is a challenge played out consistently. Words pinch! Yes, they do, and one is bound to feel antsy due to the verbal volleys that are thrown over our face that rattles the peace to the core. It’s a dawn to dusk of conspicuous struggle to fit into society.

We are gloating over successes, a corporeal satisfaction which creates a chasm between reality and superficiality of life. In the rush hours of life, so many subtle feelings lay there, abandoned by the heart. There’s no escaping the glitz, glamour, and brilliant display of unreal dreams to hide the slow disintegrations of life.

Cynical pleasures deluge life and forced to swim with the undeniable current of reality that creates a powerful maelstrom. Life is never under control and touches the shores of existence, denying the ultimate pleasure of stillness and tranquillity.

Fate is orchestrated and as mere pawns, are strategically shuffled around and even displaced with a flick of whimsical decisions. We fail to recognise the meaning of our existence and purpose is always elusive. We dream because we are taught to, and most of the aspirations are planted in the mind to create another individual who can survive the city life.

We have been left vulnerable by the constant barrage of ideas of ‘how to live our life’, which are more harmful than we can imagine. Now that minds have been conditioned with utter frankness, the ideas are forced down our life. We have no choice but to join the city life. We have paused our thinking but the remote controlled life keeps us mobile.