When everything is in place, nobody says a word; when the incidents are taking place accordingly, there would be no complaints. Demands being downgraded into useless junks when the flow is stopped and the wanted become the unwanted as the time goes by, when everything changes. The moment the leaf falls from the tree, many sweep it to aside, into the garbage bin. The moment our hair is found on the floor, many would find it disgusting, again into the garbage bin. It seems like ages and yet it was only yesterday when we were still admiring the beauty of Nature, where the leaves were still green and remained attached to the trees. It feels like decades and yet it was only a while ago when our attention was captured by the lady as the gentle breeze was playing with her hair. As things roll out from their original position to the lower ground, their value would drop at instant becoming the unwanted, like how we treated them until the day they’re back into the carbon cycle, like how we are being treated by the society in the current days until the day we learn how to accept the way things are and fight to the very end. No one wants to be the unwanted, but we would always be the combination of both, where the wanted and the unwanted are merely two alphabets and several perspectives apart.
