The rhetoric

It just came to me yesterday.

Life is a rhetorical question. There is no need to answer the questions that we face. Time will answer. Most things are inevitable and cause and effect take into play. Why do so many of us think about the dangers ahead and plan for them? Everything now has become planned for, thought about. Nothing happens anymore.

The best part is that the answers to the questions in life are either a yes or a no. Think about it!
Then comes the irony, because I believe in the grey matter, neither black nor white; grey.



I have been walking much these days. In fact, I have been walking only. Home to West Coast Park to Clementi Woods and back. And walking most of my journey home from Clark Quay after Graduation Nite. Don't even talk about it. All I saw was pseudo-glam. Glam.
Glam shit, I say.

-outhere