From the Eye of a Kaleidoscope.

Tell me that you wake up sometimes and feel inadequate, complexed and under-confident. Tell me that you sometimes feel like the world's biggest loser. That you are not good enough to do anything remotely significant. Or that you've felt weak, and hated yourself for how you can complicate simplicity. Tell me that sometime in your life you've wrecked your ship, intentionally And for the longest tim e, ambled in self-pity and romantic misery. Tell me man, if you have not had the balls to do your thing .And felt a sinking feeling in your heart. You better tell me if you have. So that I don't feel feebler.And unmanly. You see,I don't want to be the only one.

We are the Facebook Generation. We change the world with a status message. Our voices on hungry walls create social revolutions. And the 'Likes' on our comments are certainly not massages for our e-ego. Certainly, we are the Facebook Generation. Our time is very consciously spent collecting essential life information on News Feed. And our Farm Ville activity contributes significantly to the GDP. Clicking pictures for Facebook often becomes the agenda of many holidays. Such is its influence. What a parched era, the one before Facebook was. People spent time 'actually' meeting each other. Most people had friends they could count on their fingertips. And what a tragedy it must've been to be at work, and actually work. Clearly, the Facebook Generation is a charmed one. Imagine, a world without the blue and white font, the Home button, the Profile button - and those long hours spent in the comfort of creating a Facebook version of us. What an insipid world, really