Downfall's Rythms

Listening to: Time of Cholera
A hypothetical assumption, a motivated failure at it’s peak. Could an entitled downfall be a mysterious uprising of power? The synchronized rhythms of life are echoing the same beat every day. The organized and unwritten routines of life are encasing the human brain in self-entrapment. The human race has grown accustomed to the “norm” in which they no longer question, but simply follow it with adaptation. The human mind is modified to think the way it has been thinking for thousands of years. The human emotion has been processing the way it has processed for thousands of years. What if we could change our internal structure and change the way we view things? What if we could reprogram our minds and emotions so we act in an entirely different manner in a more positive way? You sit in a room filled with the same chair repeated several times lined up against the wall. The room is enclosed except for a door for entering, and a door for exiting. You sit and observing your surroundings. The “entering” door opens and two people walk in. You observe the two human beings standing in front of you as if they were at a police station lined up for identification. The one on the left has the “homeless” appeal and you pinch your fingers over your nose incase he carries the horrid stench of the streets with him. His hair hasn’t been washed in almost a year. His skin complexion is dark but not from sun radiation, but from the dirt and filth he’s picked up over the years. His clothes are ripped in every angle you look at and his shoes look more like sandals due to their age and usage. His eyes are petite and he has dark purple underneath his eyes to showcase his insomnia. He sloshes as if a creaking pain erupts in his back due to sleeping on the hard concrete ground of the city. You look at his eyes and he returns the favor. There is a connection but you turn your head quickly before anyone notices. You’ve been accustomed that someone with such physical deformities is someone to stray away from. You surely can’t be seen with someone of such lower class. In a world where it is said a class system doesn’t exist, it sure seems like we separate ourselves from lower classes and act superior to those different than us. You turn your head back and take a look at the man standing on the right. Your shoulders lower and your lungs exhale; relieved and security. Brief case in hand, the man on the right smiles at you. You feel a tingly sensation in stomach and you can’t help but return the smile to this attractive human being. He stands six feet two inches tall. His hair is perfectly cut and properly short. You begin questioning how think much the stylist was paid for this marvelous hair structure. You admire his attire which consists of a black suit and a light blue collard shirt underneath. The blazer over his broad shoulders is button up an inch or two above his belly button. You move your eyes over to his wrist and a gold watch shines into your eyes blinding you, but also making you assume this man’s wealth is in the high numbers. His dress shoes are a strikingly shiny black color with no signs of usage or dirt upon them. His skin in a nice tan color and his facial hair is barely visible due to his expensive electric razor he purchased. This entire time you are observing the man on the right, the man on the left has been observing you the same way you observed him. In your upright assumption, he is a man of superiority and wealth. In your basic and routine human mind processing, he is man with fantastic characteristics. In your “norm” observation skills, he is a man to pay honor to with a sincere smile and a friendly wave.
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