Trying to go against the current.

Is there any equation on solving the inner problem that I am in? It seems like a quicksand that keeps sucking the pieces out of me. I mean it is all coming from very normal, trendy, and so called-classy culture. And I do believe that the culture is just as coherent as what we want. For many people have said, the materials are there and provided for everyone and the left is on your hand, whether you want to give in or not. For me they sound a bit irresponsible as not only trying to defile their image but people’s purity. Although this message is quite concealed, but I believe it is the truth. It is the dirty little secret and now I believe have become public disgrace that we treated equally as Hollywood’s movies. “It’s classy”, the same old word that have been used for an about thousand years to describe something that is eventually filthy, spiritually. It hurts the observer’s soul and mentality and on the other hand, putting the performer’s live in the verge of traumatic stress/mental disorder, or maybe in the midst of it. Maybe there are people who like to live in such condition as to completely immerse themselves in the ocean of adrenaline. No wonder it is hard when someone have to get off all those trashes and dumps, that person have to die to themselves, die to their body, be able to give out the constant temptation of hormones and fantasy, to pursue The Only Way. People no longer like to hear people preaching and about The Way, and maybe they sound like the salesman are advertising something, while people have the stereotype that products that have to be advertised are bad-selling products. We think frequently about all this stuff that I am now talking about, it is not the definition of the one true and sensational word. It is in fact a condemnation on it. Those images and videos do not even carries the deep meaning of the word. They are trying to twist-and-turn our mind that love is all about physique. We shouldn’t be self-helping in this stuff. We need communities of love.

Sometimes, I reflect on how I am being hated and how my silly act may have been a feature of my own. But things done and gone, and maybe it leaves a lil’ stain on man’s heart. People come and go also in our surrounding. That makes us sounds even more innocent and someone-like. It seems no one cares for us. And why every time it is ‘us’?