Taking the firSt step forward...
The Great Leap Forward
The boy looked around. His room was in a mess. Dirty clothes were strewn carelessly around, socks and briefs amongst them. Then there were the heaps and piles of last semester’s books, notes, tutorials, files and study materials. His desk was total wreckage and scattered on it was a messy assortment of stationery and miscellaneous bits and pieces. He could hardly make out his bed, and in corners which he did not usually reach when he slept, dirt had begun to settle. A collection of CDs laid in an unorganised fashion near the dusty stereo set. The labels on his liquor bottles had already turned yellow from age and neglect.
He started to wonder how anyone could survive in such a decayed and mentally hostile environment. And to a lesser extent, what kind of goodness could filter from a person who lived in such a sty. Nothing will come of nothing. Filthy room breeds filthy thoughts. No wonder he couldn’t stop pondering about the ‘Copulation Theory’. No wonder he had been harbouring lustful intentions about deriving greater pleasures from increasingly perverse sex acts.
But he had had enough. All he wanted was a simple life. Away from the users, the abusers, the money-grabbers, the backstabbers, the misconceivers, the non-believers, the haters and the instigators. The cruel thing is they all wear smiling faces.
He would have to search for his innocence now, or it will forever be lost. The first damn thing that he decided he could do, was to pack up his battered room. Tsunami relief to clear up the aftermath was on its way.
The boy looked around. His room was in a mess. Dirty clothes were strewn carelessly around, socks and briefs amongst them. Then there were the heaps and piles of last semester’s books, notes, tutorials, files and study materials. His desk was total wreckage and scattered on it was a messy assortment of stationery and miscellaneous bits and pieces. He could hardly make out his bed, and in corners which he did not usually reach when he slept, dirt had begun to settle. A collection of CDs laid in an unorganised fashion near the dusty stereo set. The labels on his liquor bottles had already turned yellow from age and neglect.
He started to wonder how anyone could survive in such a decayed and mentally hostile environment. And to a lesser extent, what kind of goodness could filter from a person who lived in such a sty. Nothing will come of nothing. Filthy room breeds filthy thoughts. No wonder he couldn’t stop pondering about the ‘Copulation Theory’. No wonder he had been harbouring lustful intentions about deriving greater pleasures from increasingly perverse sex acts.
But he had had enough. All he wanted was a simple life. Away from the users, the abusers, the money-grabbers, the backstabbers, the misconceivers, the non-believers, the haters and the instigators. The cruel thing is they all wear smiling faces.
He would have to search for his innocence now, or it will forever be lost. The first damn thing that he decided he could do, was to pack up his battered room. Tsunami relief to clear up the aftermath was on its way.
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