As I stare amongst the people of this world, I find myself jealous of the mundane existence they seem to live.
These people are always moving forward in a fluid like manner, as if their destinations were preordained by some mystical force predating all sense of awareness.
It seems to be as they say, “ignorance is bliss.”
Paradoxically, as I silently watch each person around me, I strangely find a sense of loathing creeping from the pit of my bowel corrupting my view of this world.
Every dull useless movement, every simple arbitrary word spoken, like they’re playing roles given to them by an omnipotent being.
They are a cursed being fighting against itself at every possible second.
Though growing in awareness each moment, they are still held down by ignorance through intellect.