Aftermath

So essentially we run after a phantom. This is the curse of capitalism. We will never find it. It will always be out of our reach. And so here my story resumes. Still chasing the phantom and not making any progress.

Weird ideas

So the president of the vegan society has come out to say that it's okay to eat meat. What he meant probably was that one can do as one please, and who listens to the president of the vegan society anyway? That's where my story starts...

When you see the world, you must take note of that which you do not. Which is simple. Just take note of what you see, and then you will, or should, know what you don't. Basically. I think.

So back to the president of the vegan society. He said, "we are here to announce the menu for our gathering". Fried fish and chips. Everyone was concerned that the vegan society members all have gone insane.

Please bear with me.

Basically he meant to say fried vegan fish and chips. That would've made more sense right? Well it doesn't. Because fish aren't vegan. And why call someone/something something one is not? The poor people of the society wondered why everyone was against their logic, when it is clearly just a marketing gimmick by corporations to make more and more money chopping down the land which belonged to the people of Gambia.

Here I am again

Officially I am not as I am. My life is filled with wasted potential. Really I can do better. And this is where my journey finally begins. The cry for nonconformity. A life with no description and full realization of disconnection. Being in a reality one is not. Living freely differently. Do as one can separate from others. Being nondescriptive. Associate with self, and not the other. Following what I see and hear. Taste and smell. And so it begins again, but when does it end?

Sometimes I cry

The beloved country. The isolation of citizenship. The rise of the cosmopolitan. The beginning of a new era. Making humans dependent. All said and done. I am alone and without purpose. The promise has been failed too many times. It is no turning back now. When we live we die. When we die there is?

Last meal?

Whilst considering the life past, it seems clearer every day that we have to adapt to survive. Yet the world is exactly as it seems and has been since the beginning. Nothing changes except the beliefs of animals. Our human beliefs in the modern age are so varied that we do not submit only to one belief. We treat ourselves with what we know, did know, should know and would know. Simply put, I've been strangled the whole time without realizing. Like that guy said, "I'm breaking the habit tonight!"

The proclamation

Here I am, almost the end of April, yet with time flowing by real fast, I have to pull the brakes. I have to let go of the past habits which pushed me down and held me back, and instead hold onto new ones. It's been such a long time since I made my promise, and still up till this point I haven't met my goals.

So in this sense and to emphasize the proclamation, I will regularly post now, and also include a vlog about my eating habits and how it affects me.

Stay tuned! 😎

The present

It's so sad that I have lost focus on what I really believe. Maybe I have failed at my goal to be fruitarian, because I didn't see the urgency in it. The necessity. Maybe it's because I am afraid of the social consequences. Or the murmurs behind my back. It's so different from what we're used to. We have been brainwashed. Whether it's to enrich corporations or just plainly follow the herd is up for debate. I think the only resolution, for me, is to look into the future presently, and argue or envision what I want to be, who I want to be, and where I want to be. 😊