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Alienation
Not my work, I can`t write that well yet. I`ll make sure I improve though. Meanwhile, the essay kinda indicates why I`m reflecting. I`m trying to find out, why.

I felt lost and confused as I stared at the endless stream of cars lined up in front of me. The feeling came suddenly… it was like a wave of hopelessness welling up within me for no apparent reason. From the comfort of my car, I could hear the impatient blaring of horns as distressed drivers sought to weave their way through the traffic jam. Everything before me seemed surreal and fake, as though I were in a huge movie set or a part of a play where I was so swept up by the story that I had lost any idea of who I really was. The words of Shakespeare kept recurring in my mind: “Life is a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”

I could feel no reason why I felt so aimless, like a ship that has lost its anchor; like a soul without a cause. I was successful in my career, driving my own car and living in my own apartment. By the criteria set by society, I could be considered by a person who had made it in life. However, as I sat there waiting for traffic to inch its way forward, something in my mind told me, “So what?”

I shuddered involuntarily. Was this what life was all about? Getting money and owning a car; aiming for the next achievement to add to the laurels in my life? I did not believe in religion – regarding it as mere superstition for insecure people who want to know what lies after our time in this world – even though I agreed with the moral aspects regarding ethical behaviour. At that moment, I felt in need of a kind of security, an assurance that my life was moving as it should; that nothing was wrong with my choices and decisions in life. However, I found no solace; within myself, I felt only bleak emptiness.

Many people have said that life in modern society is inevitably filled with loneliness. In the days of old, when people still lived in villages and other kinds of close knit communities, loneliness was never a possibility. Today in our world of computers, cars and tall skyscrapers, each person is walled up in his own world. It is not unlike a traffic jam, where everybody is actually so close to each other, yet enclosed in their separate spheres, oblivious to each other’s existence. This is the price of modern society, where an individual becomes a machine in the attainment of material goods and in the process, loses sight of the simple pleasures in life: a smile, the smell of flowers, the touching sounds of bells chiming from a clock tower…

I looked at the cars on my right, then on my left. Their occupants looked identical; all were staring blankly in front of them, devoid of expressions. I opened my car door and walked around the stationary cars. I could feel the weight of the stares at me but I continued walking to the field by the roadside. There, I sat down and looked up at the beautiful stars which dotted the night sky. They were beautiful.

The End.

{/11:41 PM}

Signed by Yours Truly.