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Dis-ease


“Abantu bazothini?" we often think to ourselves whenever we are wrestling the dilemma of meeting the hoi polloi’s expectations and fulfilling our own desires and needs, regardless of whether they’re not in compliance with their expectations. In the physical world, it is rare for a preponderance of live humans to utterly eschew external factors. We take certain courses not only to advance nor augment our value, but ego also kicks in as motivation; most of us would often convince ourselves, for justification. 

Love, to a preponderance of us, has mostly to do with emotional attachment than offering. 

On our relationships, we focus more on or focus most of our efforts on keeping the ones we love than actually loving them. We buy extravagant gifts to enmesh them, in compliance with our respective budgets, than actually offering them without any anticipation of anything in return. In this world, quid pro quo is the coin of the realm. 
Everyone gives in anticipation of receiving, albeit not instantly but something must be gained for every expense; a mantra that is embedded in a preponderance of our subconscious minds. In a essence, we maintain our affinity with our beloved to attain them in order for us to feel complete. I stand tall in being corrected.

Fashion, if you take a good look at it, is more focused on ego than on spiritual fulfillment. 

There are plenty of clothes nor a myriad of retail stores which provide clothes for a variety of prices. What’s odd, is the paradox of the middle and low class settling for credit which they end up not feasibly settling, just to attain clothes which are pricey nor non-compliant with their budgets. “It’s not expensive, it’s out of your budget” mostly nouveau riches often utter. We use credit to attain expensive clothes to impress people who won’t even augment our pockets, let alone bank accounts. It seems we have deviated our focus from ourselves. We have become too focused on satisfying nor constantly meeting other people’s expectations and standards, in lieu of our own. I stand tall in being corrected.
Choosing the right partner, according to the hoi polloi is finding someone who’ll best fit the hoi polloi’s standards that have influenced the masses’ thought processes. 
According to a preponderance of women, a perfect partner is a man who is tall dark skin, handsome, with a six pack, gang money, doesn’t live at his parents’ backroom, who will be accepted by their circle, family and acquaintances, and will always offer her money to spend frivolously. According to a preponderance of men, a perfect partner is a medium or short light skin woman with a big booty, big boobs, clear skin, pulchritudinous visage, must be shrewd, have her own assets, not ask for money, tolerate his promiscuous lifestyle, mostly obey him like the civilians obey the law nor the Christians obey the Holy Bible. It seems, finding the partner that is liked by people than a partner who augments our happiness, is more significant. I stand tall in being corrected.

Living our lives to the fullest, in a preponderance of people’s perspective, is living a life engulfed with jubilation, fulfillment, not giving a fuck and a myriad of aspects that ensure man is in sempiternal high spirits. Our biggest wish nor most of our lists of new year’s resolutions whenever we enter a new year, “living our lives to the fullest” tops the list. 

Why do we always have to wish to live our lives to the fullest and not actually live our lives to the fullest?

The world nor life have been complicated not by the people who manipulate the world but by the people who believe they are being manipulated; Others have skeletons in the closet, others are in the closet. A preponderance of humans are living in shells, in a world that permits them to live their lives without ceilings, roofs and walls; the chief reason being “Abantu bazothini?” 

Correct me all you want, but I stand tall in concluding that not living your true life and being at ease, is consanguineous to drowning in utter dis ease.

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