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Craving to belong



Its crazy how life has changed and has become so materialistic. I am sure for some this is the normal way of life due to the exposure they have had to the luxuries of life but for many its a new phase, a new era, a new millenium.

Everyone is craving for that one designer bag, one red sole shoe and one gold watch. Why do they crave? They crave because they need this for their everyday life or they crave because they want to be seen and positioned with the right people.

Seen and position - strange words to describe a person and their character, it sounds more like a display unit in a luxury store than the descrption of a human. How having an expensive bag characterise you..? I am sure you're wondering it does characterise you. Why I need to buy expensive products when I can get the same at a much reasonable price. How everything has become more about price and not about quality?

Suddenly famous names have taken over the good old tradition. The tradional or good old is no longer desirable. At the same time the new is not really that bad. It is expensive, desirable and hmmm not that bad actually.

We have moved on too fast to reach the higher level in society. A society which criticises you more than it appreciates you and yet we are in fear to be outcast. Outcast because we don't fit there anymore. What was our true style for life has now changed to a style that is printed more in the magazines. The cover of a high fashion magazine has taken over the taste of our own character. We no longer wear what is comfortable or what is more our personality. We seek a style more suited to the rich and famous and we look around many shoos to find a cheaper version of that.

Walking in the mall our eyes are looking for appreciation, looking for someone to look at us twice. We work so hard to be seen, to be heard, to be acknowledged.

But is this the audience we need? Are these the right people for us? We don't really care, do we! We just crave to belong here, in this time, in this moment, right here...did someone notice I was here? Did someone call my name? Does anyone know who I am? Does anyone care?

I crave this city, I crave this land, I crave this diamond, I crave this end, I want more, I want something, I know well that I don't belong. I wll reach the heights of fame, I will turn in an evil dame, I will run and I will ruin, I will be honest only for me. I don't crave the fashion no more, I'm my own designer. I will colour myself white and I will shine bright.

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