The Potential Candidate

     This life is getting stranger and stranger. As you grow up in it, you start to learn more about yourself and much more about others. Yet growing up does not necessarily mean getting older, but getting to know how life works and seeing clearly what people want.

     God has given you a gift called kindness, but the more you deal with people, the more you realize that such gift does not actually belong to this awkward life, for the equation is turned upside down: before, in the good old days, Kindness=Goodness, while today, in the messy current days, Kindness=Weakness!

     Temptation rules! Self-interest prevails! And you are for others simply a mere potential candidate! So you run from people who want to get you used, but you fall in the hands of those who want to get you abused. There is no room for humanity or the slightest commonsense. Terms like respect, love, kindness, goodness, charity, trust, honesty, and others of the sort are becoming day by day obsolete. Words that are gradually losing their places at the dictionary to become a vague part of a vague history. Only the naive would believe in such platonic terms, as naive as you!

     What do others want from you? How do they see you? You see them as friends, while they see you as a service provider, and once the service is done, your presence is no longer required; you see her as a girl who deserves your trust, while she sees you as a potential suitor, and once she realizes otherwise and that you are dealing with her from the human level of respect, she turns to search for another potential black suit, for that seems to be her life objective and her built-in idea of a man; you see him as a real man, while he sees you as a body with no soul, and once the body is exposed and the eyes drown in the flesh, you turn into a disposable entity, a burden to get rid of.

     It is contagious! Today you are used, the next day you are the user. Today you control your self, the next day your self controls you. And it starts over and over again. Friends are mere objects at your service, girls are potential suitoresses, and men are a senseless cover for insecurities and desire. And kindness fades away, a normal result for recurrent states of frustration and depression. And life becomes full of frantic creatures tearing each other apart. And you stand all alone in the middle of the frenzied crowd, with all the tears of blood and the scratches and bruises, and then you realize what you are really made of. We are our own victims, and others are just a good excuse, suitable potential candidates!