After inferring that life is meaningless, many have slaughtered themselves. One may ask: “How can we provide hope to people?”
Existence prevails awry, ridiculous, and it is floating on the same track, heading into storms in the odd sheep until a man, a revolutionary, a rebellious, a slave who misses his freedom, embraces consciousness at a velocity of seeing things unveiled, in their true cores—no matter how awful they can appear to be, at some point in his vital role of a human being attempting to settle his feet where he verges, instinctively, to feel acceptance, stability and gets to isolate his corps of the probable dangers, settles down, takes a breath and the questions hit him in the face and he implores himself pleading: “Now that I am happy, am I not desperate? Does joy exist or it’s the lack of my self’s awareness of everything’s nonsense that makes me assume so? What am I fighting for? Why am I striving to avoid what is inevitable? Is the ‘life others are afraid to lose’ worth my endeavors? What is the truth if history is solely implying interpretations?”
After that we are inquiring, no facts are ascertained. Qualms, doubts, and skepticisms are the roots of several varieties of a psychological scare. We don’t look for real answers as much as we’re analyzing the mythical ones. We are paralyzed, thrown into a threatening zoo, and we believe we’re the chiefs. Alright, men are brutal, without convictions, religions, the supporting divinity, the world would be a brawl of burials. Ethical behavior would’ve been executed. People, in the past, now, and forever, if we put a nose inside the shelters of men’s attitude, it’s clear that they were shoved by the knives of terror—everyone is fearful of the upcoming mornings because no proofs were precise, nor that they’re today and this is proceeding infinitely. They behaved against nature as they destroyed its territories; the woods, the plants, and the trees, to get themselves cottages where they are free to devour the nights in insurance, chased animals for food or pleasure, and have beaten each other for superiority. Those who’re superior enslave he who’s inferior. It’s the constitution.
Hence, as reflections had both proficiency and vigor that men discovered after decencies of wars, equilibrium was harshly demanded. They fought for their desires, cravings and carried on exploring maps on which they can rely to survive—depending on neither nobody nor anything but who they stood and what they cared for. It was instinctive and it still is and that’s no misstep; it is the natural order of species aiming to thrive.
Today, the equation is distinct. These dreadful beings are bored and hampered. Boredom is not hazardous, teaching individuals about guilt is a sickening pedagogy with which groups can be encircled and manipulated. Juveniles are surrounded by dogmatic instructions, teenagers do not quit their bedrooms, parents are broke, the old grandfathers are frightened of death and the universe is put into jail.
There’s nowhere to go. Hope is a delusion and life isn’t a hefty deal. If I have to depict a conclusion, in the end, I’m confessing, and let your fingers shake and may your body tremble, laughter shall be our symbol of declining what’s wrong with whatever is going on, it’s how we must resist and anyhow—carry on laughing.
-M.
