People born. People die. And in between – everything is but a circus. From the virtuous toddler you to the grumpy old you – the phase in between is nothing but a circus. Things happen for a reason – and things happen for no-reason. Some you love and some you hate. Some you admire and some you detest. Either way, the circus continues. The circus will not stop.
Circus – in them, you’ll see people living their characters, perhaps people are destined to be the part of the show. You and I, we’re there too. We’re all contributors to this farce – amazing. But if you pause and try detaching yourself from the character – you’ll get to see the circus, the drama or the farce that is around you.
People are embedded into their characters in such a way that they often forget their being and instead see themselves as characters of the circus. No. I don’t have problems with that. (You can ask my friend – at times when get bored working, we just get into to the smoking room and have a good look at the circus around). In fact, I love the different faces of people in the circus – say the clown, the juggler, or the tightrope walker. That’s how it is and that’s how it will be. And after all, I am one of them. And nothing boils me. Though there are times that I prefer disconnecting myself from the circus and just let myself drift with the flow. Nothing serious – it’s just like that.
You know. Circus here – circus there. Circus this – circus that. But no – I am not fucked with the circus around. I can’t. However farce – we’re all part of it.
© Flawed Head 2013