Feb 2021
What do you do when you fall and fall, and the only thing making you fall is the dreadful stupid confounded rope that you yourself are tugging down?
How do you get up when you’re too focused on trying to get up by sitting down?
And are you considered mad for trying to go down a path that is incompatible with the destination you’re hoping to reach?
Are then, we all mad?
Is to be human, to be hungry for the unattainable, for the unnecessary, simply mad?
But then, what if one doesn’t wish to be mad? Does that make them even more mad for trying to achieve the unattainable?
Are we all just stuck in an encompassing mist of desire, of self-loathing, of greed, of resentment, of anxiety and of melancholy?
Why do I try to be someone?
Why can’t I be me?
Isn’t this very act just a slow, subtle suicide?
Aren’t you then just trying to die and hopefully reincarnate as some you think you would want to be?
Are we all just insane, starving and hateful specie slowly trying to die? And as a result we cause others to die too?
Was the World War just a different way of us being able to die and simultaneously make others die?
Are we born with the goal to die, whether by suicide or by an unfortunate accident?
Where the hell is life in this?
Why wasn’t this specie also taught how to live, why is it only the creatures we foolishly pity that are the happiest, and us the saddest and most hopeless, so dark and in essence unhappy that we’re merely a shadow tarnishing this vivid, beautiful world.
We’ve came here and thought that changing it was necessary, so we are clearly mad.
And maybe the whole process that we have thus far made is the far more biblical act of digging ourselves - humanity’s - own grave.
No plant, no blade of grass, multitude of birds, swallows, Mockingbirds, gulls and woodpeckers, or trees and the waves of the immense sea, had ever thought the world as unjust, wicked or flawed, and then humans evolve, and suddenly there are so many problems.
Isn’t it almost logical, then, to make the conclusion that we are the problem?
That, being the only favour we can give to the world we have mistakenly believed to have conquered, we must therefore perish for once and forever?
How do you get up when you’re too focused on trying to get up by sitting down?
And are you considered mad for trying to go down a path that is incompatible with the destination you’re hoping to reach?
Are then, we all mad?
Is to be human, to be hungry for the unattainable, for the unnecessary, simply mad?
But then, what if one doesn’t wish to be mad? Does that make them even more mad for trying to achieve the unattainable?
Are we all just stuck in an encompassing mist of desire, of self-loathing, of greed, of resentment, of anxiety and of melancholy?
Why do I try to be someone?
Why can’t I be me?
Isn’t this very act just a slow, subtle suicide?
Aren’t you then just trying to die and hopefully reincarnate as some you think you would want to be?
Are we all just insane, starving and hateful specie slowly trying to die? And as a result we cause others to die too?
Was the World War just a different way of us being able to die and simultaneously make others die?
Are we born with the goal to die, whether by suicide or by an unfortunate accident?
Where the hell is life in this?
Why wasn’t this specie also taught how to live, why is it only the creatures we foolishly pity that are the happiest, and us the saddest and most hopeless, so dark and in essence unhappy that we’re merely a shadow tarnishing this vivid, beautiful world.
We’ve came here and thought that changing it was necessary, so we are clearly mad.
And maybe the whole process that we have thus far made is the far more biblical act of digging ourselves - humanity’s - own grave.
No plant, no blade of grass, multitude of birds, swallows, Mockingbirds, gulls and woodpeckers, or trees and the waves of the immense sea, had ever thought the world as unjust, wicked or flawed, and then humans evolve, and suddenly there are so many problems.
Isn’t it almost logical, then, to make the conclusion that we are the problem?
That, being the only favour we can give to the world we have mistakenly believed to have conquered, we must therefore perish for once and forever?
