Life(less)
We never know what goes on in other people’s minds; the thoughts that swarm their intangible abyss that we can never read or see. We carry on with our lives, never truly understanding what others feel and think, with ourselves thinking that there is nothing to worry about. We live a lie, and we are unaware. Ignorance is bliss, but is it really? The masks that everyone puts on in public obscures the truth form everyone and even the few who fathom the hermetical verisimilitude of this fact choose to shove it aside and ignore it as if it were non-existent. As I write, as I voice my thoughts, my emotions flow with it. What is the point of living a meaningless life? We live for the sake of living, knowing that at the end of the day everything ends at the exact same point. We all take different paths in our lives and as we ponder so hesitantly over each choice presented to us, we fail to realize that at the end of it all lies the same fate. Since that is the case, shouldn’t we just drop everything and just do what we want, do what makes us happy and do what leaves us with zero regrets in the future just before we close our eyes for good? Or are these regrets the very root of life and what encapsulates its value? Striving for excellence, elitism, to be the best of the best, to be in the limelight; the entirety of the list can never be completed. In teeming multitudes ambition piles on us, social conventions shoves itself into our faces and societal preconceptions expects us to conform to it. We as human beings, the slaves of our own, are forced into living a life we would otherwise never have lived. Yet the most disheartening part is not because we are chained down by ourselves, but rather we do not even realize the demise that we have sentenced ourselves to at the very beginning of our birth. Locked by our own thoughts and enslaved by our emotions, we drag ourselves to and fro from places and commitments that we have to fulfil in our daily lives. The mind-forged manacle that binds itself down to every single one of our fibres clatters in mocking fashion and yet it seems we have all gone deaf to the sound of freedom. Physical pain can always be endured, but mental and emotional grief is exponentially more excruciating. If I have to say it, I will, and that is In the course of moving forward, we have trudged on a minefield, our very being waiting to be detonated by the incessant yearn for the best, to be the cream of the crop, for numero uno. Perhaps we are all still blinded by our own clouded societal philosophies that have embedded and intertwined themselves so intricately within us that it will never be removed from our lives or our society. Needless to say, this shall be the bane of our existence. I have more than a compelling urge to change this wayward world, yet that is idealistic and ironic, as I myself am a victim of such a tragic society. Because the entirety of society sets itself on the corrupted ideals of power, to set in motion a change of any sort would shift the entire sociopolitical structure and shatter it into smithereens, coercing us to begin from nothingness again. Someone once told me, “This world is unfair; until we accept this, we will never be able to live.” This world is indeed more than just unjust; it is a desecrated ruin waiting for further defilement and we can only accept it, accept it and live our “life” till we leave. “You are just one person, and you want to change the world?" "It is you who needs to change, to fit this world.”