It is crowded in the club, so much so you can barely move. The next club and the next club are the same. All these people packed together. You cannot dance, you and your partner just get confined to a tiny space, unable to virtually move. So many people, yet so much loneliness. People seeking happiness in all the wrong places. The drinks pour, the music blares loudly. When does one realize that contentment does not come from all this? Night after night, it is the same old dream and many never wake to reality.
March 18, 2014
Going Clubbing
It is crowded in the club, so much so you can barely move. The next club and the next club are the same. All these people packed together. You cannot dance, you and your partner just get confined to a tiny space, unable to virtually move. So many people, yet so much loneliness. People seeking happiness in all the wrong places. The drinks pour, the music blares loudly. When does one realize that contentment does not come from all this? Night after night, it is the same old dream and many never wake to reality.
