Shadows of Life in the world

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Dawn and dusk are no different. Both of them appear orange in the sky. When dawn comes the sun slowly welcomes the day, while at dusk comes the sun slowly leaves the afternoon. Such is the harmony of the universe with their respective roles.

At dusk, I was walking alone on the outskirts of the city, from a distance it looks like a shabby and disorganized dwelling, some made of used cardboard, some of them made of pieces of wood that were discarded from the factory. Sparrows flew in flocks under a sky that was stained with black factory smoke and vehicle fumes.

There is no orange beauty at dusk when in the city, there is no fresh air at dawn when in the city. The umbrella ojeg children looked gloomy, because the rain had not fallen. Behind the splendor of the city, there is sadness painted on the faces of the poor because of the lands seized by greedy investors for business and building high-rise skyscrapers.

Outside the restaurant, I saw a young man with long, unkempt hair, disheveled appearance, his face filthy with dust, his levis pants were worn and looked torn at the right knee. The young man without an identity was busy playing the violin, the sound of the violin was so heart-wrenching. Friction of the violin is like being born from a broken heart and crushed soul. Mozart's lacrimosa strains sounded beautiful from the sound of his violin. Some people give money, some don't care, some just use it as video content to fulfill stories on social media.

When night comes. The shadows of tall buildings began to disappear with the passing of the rays of the sun that began to leave. From the top of the peak, the beauty of the city can only be seen at night. The beauty is decorated with the flickering of house lights and street lights, plus the sparkling light of the moon and stars.

There is a philosopher who said, "Most people are very difficult to realize the reality of the destruction of the environment that surrounds them. This is because the destruction occurs simultaneously with the process of work that has the aim of building what we call the future."

"Advances in time and technology in addition to providing convenience are also quite disturbing." said my mind in the midst of fun looking at the atmosphere around.

Perhaps there is some truth in what Karl Marx said that the world is like an arena where the weak are being oppressed while the strong are in power. I don't know, it's been three years I've lived in the city, now I'm starting to feel uncomfortable and there's a bit of restlessness and anxiety, I miss the cool and peaceful village atmosphere again.

Like fireflies that are on the verge of extinction, humans and the world will also become extinct. The shadows of the destruction of the world are often seen in the city, not in the countryside.

"A village with its atmosphere is perfect for me to spend the rest of my life in. Growing flowers or taking care of livestock." Shadows in my mind

I still remember when I was little, every school holiday I never missed visiting my grandmother's house in the village.

The trip to grandma's house was very pleasant. Although the road is not as smooth as the streets in the city, but my eyes are always spoiled by the nature around. The vast expanse of tea gardens with so many workers busy picking, the sound of birds from the hills replying to one another, the people are friendly, the mountains are still manicured green without ulcers from felling trees, the forest that looks peaceful every morning gives a nice air. freshen the chest.

When I was little I was bored of living in the village, wanting to experience what life in the city is like. Tired of being a child and hoping to grow up soon, graduate from school and then work and find a partner.

However, now that I am an adult, sometimes I think I miss my childhood, a life without burdens, without responsibilities, without being haunted by the shadows of social pressures and work pressures. However, this has all happened, like it or not, I have to live with it.

That's life. It will always be followed and even haunted by the shadows of life in the world which often rips the mind and makes people tired of thinking.

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