The human condition conforms to tragedy.

What transpires in a man’s life is, oftentimes, indulgent, unfair, and unfortunate. He passes his time waiting for matters to reach; occasional carnivals fascinating groups of people dealing with anxiety, addiction, fears, stress, and pressure; because every one of them is, whether they know it or not, distracting himself. Wedding parties in which they can bluff themselves by socializing with their equals and pretending to be active and happy. Seeing each other and creating corners of several meetings, consuming food in restaurants, practicing activities, jumping in yards, chasing money, going out, traveling, accomplishing tasks, laughing, sobbing, screaming, or whatever someone is committing to—these are distractions we had to assemble so that we don’t hang our necks with ropes of both imbecilities and lunacies of the poor human condition of fellows.

We ask for a good salary, a beautiful house, a powerful vehicle, a lovely spouse with adequate thighs—we fight leading battles of war and peace, love and lust, patience and indifference, health and sickness, fine weather and storms, and we are pathetic not to understand, (still omitting to open eyes), that wishes do not become real, that fate is very frightening to be true; many shocking scenarios happen every day. If not by coincidence that no horrible things prevailed today, how can we solve the enigma, and who’s rolling the dice? Time will be back to slam your plans, cease planning, lay your head on nonentity, cough until you fall, and keep on dancing with death. Every step forward abounds in the void, and still, I wish I could say what remains beautiful in these particles, but each period a soul thinks of what’s emerging from dusk till dawn, for real, what can’t be noticed? It is a cosmos of red flags, hospitals, illnesses, and strange emergencies.

To be or not to be is no longer a satisfying clue. The concerns have changed. Nowadays, one must give it a serious reflection; furthermore, what could we lose if we have never been born at all? Humiliation, poverty, tears, frights, doubts, tragedies, accidents, suicidal temptations, and conceivably, this nightmare many entitled to beautify its horror with the term of ‘life.’

During our lives, we are on nothing but the only voyage of starving and one’s duty shall then be of finding a way how to retire from existence with a less degree of starvation and remain on caressing the gap without the fear of failing, because accordingly, who wins and why are we on a hurry?

— M.