Some days, I feel like the world around me is a dark scary jungle. Like its some grand finale of a circus and we animals have very little time to show our act . We have to reign supreme to survive . Even if it is at the cost of preying on each other. But to use such a metaphor would be demeaning to animals considering how harmoniously they co exist in organized synchrony , within themselves and with nature.
Every day I inadvertently witness these little incidents, situations, whatever one may call it, that subtly(sometimes not so subtly) jostle my conscience. Road rage for example. There is not a single driver on the road who isn't in a hurry to get ahead. Only one in fifteen people will stop to let some cross the road. There is always a throng of people huddled up around a collision or crash site staring brazenly. But most of them are there to be a part of all the action .Ask for help and the number of these voyeuristic spectators starts dwindling rapidly. And god help you if you happen to ,even if its by an unavoidable mistake, irk someone by cutting them or overtaking them or something of the sort!! The looks and hoots you get are intense enough to drive you to the brink of depression. I try my best to do whatever little I can to help appease this madness but that does nothing to placate me when I go through one of my "What's the world coming to?" spells . But I keep on doing so even if it is only for the selfish satisfaction I get out of it.
