Nihilism Resonance

We all believe in something. We fight to defend what we believe in. But those who were a part of something, been there, shed it out with friends and can never be the same again. They are stuck in a time wrap. For them adapting to the change is difficult. The wounds inflicted during that time run too deep. The new age denies what happened in the past. Fear of being ostracized by the current generation forces they try to adept to the new current. Few can, most cannot. Those who can are just 'wannabes' in this current age.

They end up making stale jokes trying to get along with others. The new age scoff at their attempts leaving them awkward in the presence of others. Tall stories are told about the achievements of the new generation but the veteran knows that without toil no achievement can truly be said to be thus. The Age of the Rookies. The veterans are lying around like overused dust ridden toys. Honour, sacrifice, patience and preservance

are meant to be found only in thrillers and novels. People today try to relate themselves to movies and novel characters but in the mean time lose out their own unique identity and characteristics. The Rookies does not have the stomach to fight it out. They are the arm-chair revolutionists. Their belief stops begins and ends in the chair or in debates. The new age is just a shell of the former glorious past unable to do anything.

The world order is just the same. Rookies never learn but pose as the wise, whilst the veterans are just objects of ridicule. This is the Order of Decay. The society will descend into one single point of madness and implode into chaos. The veterans are depressed to see the world they fought, shed blood are decaying. A diseased world in throes of death. Shame burdens the veterans while death slyly smiles at the on going events.

Will there be no saviour? No hand to pull humanity out of this quagmire of madness. Will the light of true reason never shine? Will the world end in the hands of inept rookies.... Will there be no life.

Aged, all-knowing, wise saints of time know it all but will give no indication of the things to come. We cannot decide whether to wait or whether to take things in our own hands and force the wheel of fate turn in our favour. This indecisiveness shall be our doom.