Since the dawn of time man wanted to be consistent, the cyclic nature of the universe has captured him too, he wakes up with the sun and tries to sleep by the moon. He hunted too as the animals followed their cycle, alone and in peace, he would be ready to throw a spear, laden with curare, waiting to strike. He would gather too when the winters became spring and bears broke their slumber. When summer fruits garnished his way when monsoon drenched his thirst away. All of it was natural, the man did not set an alarm to wake up, the sun and birds did that for him. He didn’t sleep late because of Netflix, he did it because of wolves and owl, who cry and howl. The man too is a creature of habit. He follows what’s best for him in the path of least resistance that’s where the role of the tribe comes into play, as they say, the sheep is only as good as the herd. We can’t deny the pressures we go through when dealing with peers. The obscurity of absurdity crosses the authenticity of fam...
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