Puppet Show

It may be an extremely depressing assertion to make, but I am frequently reminded of how inherently weak all human beings are. We all sadly believe that we are in control, but truly - it is this false ideology of control which ultimately leads to all of our downfalls. Because even when you believe that you are in control, there is always someone around the corner who is waiting to shoot you down.

Although there are some who prove me wrong, in the end everybody else whom I have encountered are like puppets, dancing, playing and acting - as though life is like a foolish game. There is no meaning to these masquerades, however, it appears to me that this constant need for deception are a catalyst from insecurity and unhappiness.

In the end, the saddest part of all of this is - by the time you acknowledge what you have done wrong:

Lied
Cheated
Stole
All of the above,

And you begin to finally feel something about what you have done - you are too much of a coward to recognise the mess that you have made. The mess that you are.

Yes, you've fucked me over - but in my own mind, I am clinging to the sweet scent of Karma comming right your way.