Monologue Series: III

I was searching a life for myself, amidst my torn status, dilapidated and old. I gathered all my leftover energy and started a journey to find a place where I can live healthy and happy. I thought the homemaker was the best bet to begin with. However, I found her engrossed in the Macy's catalogue; deeply sighing with every page flipped, and staring the one too many unneeded things in sheer most unnecessary delight. I paused and thought may be her kid is a better bet for me. I reach him, and saw him lost in a Gameboy and wondering about more complicated video games. The teenager boys and girls were a useless option anyway, so I decided to see someone in countryside. Oh my! Most of the persons were lost in city television programs, dreams of visiting skyscraping cities, playing with guns, and other one hundred and one such idiosyncrasies. I finally decide to travel overseas, visiting the nooks and corners of the humblest planet earth, who allows us to do millions of whimsical fanaticisms since time unknown, and will continue allow us to do so. Simplicity, that is me, descended to most of the developed and developing countries. But I hardly found any place where people weren't striving to make life more complicated with cars, light, internet, music, rock, pop, concerts, and yet more. The temples and shrines were filled with cacophonous devotees, while the cities were filled with a rush towards creating a useless rush in life. The countryside was aspiring to become like the cities. Mountains, rocks, valleys, rivers, stones, and virtually everything had marks of one or more artificial fancies. I started losing courage; and I started to submit to the dilapidation and weariness, which was swallowing in slowly like a giant python. Suddenly, I flew to Antarctica; only ice and nothing more. It became my next dreamland, so hard for the artificial to encroach, and I walk with agile and soft steps with penguins whenever I want to.