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We humans are susceptible to emotions and the amount of attention we give to it is staggering. What a double edged dagger this is.
We all die and live by it, never falling asleep because of it, never giving up because of it, and never going to intellectually move on because of it. We perceive manners and situations based on experiences we faced and the influences that our dear ones imposed on us, making us fragile to the events that are unfolding before us and the future, which seemed to be controlled by the very things we think we could control.
As much as human beings try to evolve and be the protagonist-in-a-movie version of themselves, we will stay the same. We fault ourselves based on things that we cannot grasp and reward ourselves to things we have not yet come to understand. We are the most flawed human beings in the world, yet we are gifted with such intelligence that we come to undermine our own decisions and the amount of side effects that we would be facing once we choose to let that pass.
We slave ourselves through life, going through many emotional ordeals such as love or anger, and in the end, our inner structure collapses and what would happen if it does? We push our ordeals aside and build it back to its original state again, but will it be safe from predators? Will the structure be a structure? Will everything, if anything, be the same again?
Death comes as an easy route for the barren, but living presents itself as the hardest journey to come by. What a joke.
What a joke indeed.
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