what is the world comin to...

not being insensitive and all...... but i see everyone fallin apart..... and the thing is.....everyone knows how to get up..... of all things cia is bitchin abt not being cool....lol.... i mean not being cool... jesus..... the mere thought o that revolts me....i mean who cares..... cool is a term.......and an insignificant one at that.....why strive to be cool...... i mean all the cool people i have seen have had flaws........and cool c'on how old are we......10???? theres a story i know...... an african folk lore so to speak..... it tells a tale of a particular snake called the black mamba....... you see.....it thought it was not worthy to be a snake cause all the others had either awsome colours or some special feature which stood out...... so it decided to stay outta the way...aloof.............wanting to be a chameleon... it thought the chameleon had hte best of all weapons....... it had camouflage...it could change as per the demands of the environment........ then he met up with a spittin cobra.... which scared the black mamba at first...... first being that the cobra was a much superior snake (i am not makin this up.....its true.....)...anyways...this cobra was different.......it had an aura of wisdom.....the cobra showed the mamba light(thats when the mamba first shed his skin).....taught it the meaning of existence..... one is built differently so as to add flavour to this black and white world.......everything had purpose and uniqueness.... trees were meant for shade/food/fuel/yada yada........ and finally told him that the chameleon was not that tactful....... it didn't have a identity of its own..... it was like a name without a face........ the mamba (still apprehensive) confided all his questions to the cobra....... the thing was...... the question were many....the answer was one..... belief....faith.... but the mamba refused to believe in these unseen truths cause he had lost them very early........ the cobra had to teach him again that faith is all we need....all we are and its what that gets us through.....the mamba reluctant listened to the ramblings of the cobra.......but once they went their separate ways......the mamba wondered......and dreamt "what if"....... the cobra's jinx had finally caught on.....this "what if"......ensured him that the mamba was pondering on hypothesis after hypothesis for a life worth living........ie sparks of hope(faith/belief) raised in the mamba's heart ...... the venom that the cobra injected finally embedded itself in the veins of the mamba...... slowly but steadily it would succumb to its power....till then the mamba still feverishly fights this growth........its only a matter o time when it will realize....... that this battle he lost a long time ago.....and then only faith will be left..........

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