Topsy Turvy

I feel like I've gone to bed the right side up and woken up with the world turned upside down.

The world I knew yesterday is not the world I know today.

It has become a different ball-game today, with the rules of the game, the players and even the spectators to the game all changed.

What a mix of metaphors!

I thought that nothing that happens in this world we live in will surprise me anymore - wars created out of a mere nothing but to prove a point, and barely a point worth anything to boot, irrational and unwarranted violence, the means people will go to just for money, and power, politicking and power-play etc etc etc. I thought I had seen it all.

In fact I had seen so much I think I've become suspicious and jaded and world-weary; everything I now see and touch has become adulterated because I have become tainted and defiled.

And because of that I don't know what what is good and lovely and true anymore. I have lost the ability to recognise all that is kind and pure in another person.

The irony of this all is not lost on me: I have become what I decry. The very thing I despise I am inevitably and inexorably changing into.

So much so that a random act of human kindness and left me bereft of speech, and feeling like the my rug with all my perceptions and judgements of this world, has been pulled out from underneath my feet, leaving me gasping and bewildered.

But it's a good sort of bewilderment.

I will love to be proved wrong, this time round, that the world is not going to the dogs. That people are still good and decent and without guile; they have still the ability to love, purely and unconditionally and absolutely.

Please prove me wrong again.