In life, everything is predictable
to a certain extent…
The sun rises and sets at a certain time,
the skies play with colors in twilight hours,
sometimes pink streaks,
sometimes orange and bright red,
sometimes yellow behind wispy clouds.
Then the night falls,
The moon changes through its phases
no matter what shape it takes
it never fails to amaze with its face.
The stars twinkle
Clouds gather on rainy days
Seasons pass,
temperatures change.
It’s all predictable.
But when it comes to the workings of the human brain
predictability takes an entirely different train.
It is simple, people are either good or bad.
The good people remain good.
they do good things.
they make good choices.
Thrown in a tricky situation,
they may wander, they may stumble
they may lose their way for a while
but deep inside they remain good
There is hope in them,
They’re so hopeful that they see good even in the bad.
And then there are the bad people.
They do bad things,
not only to themselves but to the people around them.
They are bad even to the good who love them.
“No one is bad”, the good will object.
Perhaps, the bad will even “try” to be good.
but they seldom change.
the rotten continues to rot,
it prefers to be in a dump,
spreading lies, attracting flies
No morality.
No conscience.
No guilt.
No shame.
And perhaps that, too,
is a kind of predictability.
Nuraine Sadaf 