Chaparanga's Creative blog

In the fields of fireflies When the stars twinkle above I go prancing through the dark The sweet and comforting dark. When the moon rules the skies In the meadows the night breeze hums I enjoy the pale white soothing moonlight I roam free about, free of fright In the heaven when sun blazes fiery, I avert my gaze from the land, And retreat back to my familiar darkness. My home, my utter happiness.

Is the world fair? We want it to be. And sometimes we even manage to convince ourselves that it is. So is the world fair, or unfair? Or is it a mix of both? Take a moment to think about it and then come back. Are you with me now? Ah, then come, I have some things to tell you that might interest you. Fairness is a concept and like all concepts it is human and can be pretty personal. One person's idea of fairness might not coincide with another's. A duel can be considered a fair method of confrontation but can anyone vouch that if one of the contenders had a different teacher, an extra day to train, a different meal, the outcome would not be any different than what it is now? Be it skill, training or a bad case of stomach, there are many things that would affect the outcome of the duel and cannot be categorized as "fair". Maybe you will not see things as I see in this matter. But what I want to emphasize is that there are things that influence the outcome of event

In the realm of a fantastic dream, We saw an idea of a utopia. Agree did we in the waking world, To seek that dream of euphoria. Strive did we to reach that haven, The heaven that was promised, By us unto ourselves, The world that we truly wished. We made a world anew, Of brick and steel and comfort. We built walls,  bastions and castles, To keep us safe, with much effort. But when we lay in the waking world, Weary from our toil and bare, Only then did we realize, to our dismay, That at our own prisons did we stare.