Minds think and try to mane the human instict by subjecting it to certain set of rules. Then some other minds think and conspire to free themselves of these shackles. They mostly succeed. Rules are made to be broken.
Our basic instincts remain concious under our skin. Waiting for an appropriate time. The tamed dragon unleashes it self whenever it gets a chance.
So this world of rules and these set paths of life and specially the social trends amaze me. Even a bad joke can ammuse you sometime.
Parliaments, Monarchies, Judiciaries; I appreciate there efforts to maintain order in the society but i can’t stop myself from wondering how and when human instincts play there part and these institutions become mere tools to serve a certain class. Then i look at my own country’s parliament and i don’t find a reason how a group of previlleged people can sincerely represent those who are helpless and poor.
How a democracy can benefit people if votes can be bought during elections. How poor and ignorant; a person selling his sole right to choose his representative would be? That you can’t even imagine.
A vote is sold to buy food, which saves a family from dying hungry. A basic right is sold to buy a basic need. Wow, what a balance 😦 And i put myself in the boots of that helpless person and it occurs to me that When you don’t have food to eat, you can’t think about education and basic health fascilities. You can’t choose your masters when money rules. When human instinct of “freedom at any cost” subdues to the human instinct of “you have to eat, or you’ll die” you don’t have options.
So along with false promises, rigging and corruption politics turns in to a business. Use all your means, buy votes, get elected and earn your money back on the name of funds, contracts and projects. Invest and harvest. Just like crops. But when they harvest the crops they don’t see the gloomy flowers of hope panting in blood under their sickles.
and unfortunate ones helplessly flutter in hunger and agony like pests in the crops of funds and seudo projects. And the compassionate farmer; knowing that pests have a small tummy, let’s them eat a meager portion of his crops and allows these creepers to live because they have to vote him in the next election.
I hear that there are some custodians of equality and justice in this world, and i see that it’s biased. Maybe i am too biased myself to think so. Whatever it may be; in general there is a simple rule. It’s all about instincts. Instincts waiting in the sking. impatiently waiting to be unleashed.
Power would rule. Money would buy.
If you don’t have either you’ll be bought, you will be ruled.
vivid perceptions 