D’Arvit!

I can’t believe it’s already December.
Time slips away so fast…
Yeah, I think what they said is true: You know you’re getting older when you feel as if time passes by too quickly… [According to Einstein's Theory of Relativity]

Currently, I am reading Neil Gaiman’s “Smoke and Mirrors”, a collection of his various short stories. I got this copy of the text he wrote for this Christmas card:

Nicholas was…older than sin, and his beard could grow no whiter. He wanted to die.

The dwarfish natives of the Artic caverns did not speak his language, but they conversed in their own, twittering tongue, conducted incomprehensible rituals, when they were not actually working in the factories.

Once every year they forced him, sobbing and protesting, into Endless Night. During the journey he would stand near every child in the world, leave one of the dwarves’ invisible gifts by his bedside. The children slept, frozen into time.

He envied Promitheus and Loki, Sisyphus and Judas. His punishment was harsher.

Ho.

Ho.

Ho.

I think most of us would feel the same way as Gaiman’s rendition of “jolly ol’ Saint Nick”. Everything has been turning into routine: plain, old, boring, [almost robotic and humanoid] r o u t i n e : wake up, bathe, dress up, eat, work your ass off in school, go home, work your ass off at home, sleep, dream empty dreams… and wake up in another mechatronic sub-human routine.

It’s all routine. Even this Christmas thing feels like routine. We are all but pretty puppets dancing to the beat of an unknown master. We are all but screwed robots following pre-programmed commands. We are all but blind followers of routine.

But we can’t help it… For this is the only way that we could survive.

In a dog-eat-dog-eat-other-animals-aside-from-dog world, shit happens… And anything goes.

People seek comfort and safety in conformity and a “stable”, routine environment.

But do you know what I really want?

I want to break free of routine.

I want to be my own master: make my own set of rules; escape from this corrupted “civilization”… I just want to breathe.

Can you feel the longing, too?

Can you feel it?

Related link: http://www.xkcd.com/137/