Life

The wind is howling in the distance. It shrieks across the vacuum of dejection like a roar of a banshee unnerving all those who hear it. Yet, in a strange way, it comforts the listener and soothes the raw and abused sentiments of a sense of belonging. The sense of belonging comes from being associated within the fraternity called mockery, which only claims to represent, but has no interest in the welfare of its members. We are all life long members in that ageless club called loneness and we gain our seniority by the length of the time we have suffered. We must all suffer silently and suffer the pain, which we inflict and that which is inflicted upon us, with a smile. We smile and we pretend to be happy, because we believe in a hypocrisy, which forbids us to admit to others that we are lonely and are leading painful lives. We are so selfish and egotistical in propagating the myth of our own hollowness, that we are jealous of those who are less fortunate than us.

The tedium of our lives is simple. We follow a simple rule in all our lives. Those who are less unfortunate than the others do not demand much from life, because then life will not demand much from them. The rest of us stumble through life and as we plod and falter in our endeavors, we are fixated on the idea of negativism. We oppose for no reason but to oppose and we shout at others but hear nothing, because we are also being shouted upon. In this din of non-sense, we convince ourselves that we are right and being right, we do not accept any reason, which is contrary to our own ignorance. We seem to rejoice in the emptiness of our own logic and we deny the truth in order to believe a lie. A lie is much better than a truth, and a lie does not hurt as much as a truth. Truth hurts, but according to us, it does not pain the listener as much as it pains the speaker and our ideals of pain and suffering are altruistic. We glorify the worst characteristics in us and lament the best qualities in us and we all agree that sin is a virtue and virtue is a character flaw.

Our lives have a deep meaning that we all know, but cannot explain when asked. We keep searching for a meaning to our lives and yet, we are not sure how to define the meaning of life, we are all so desperately searching. Our lives not empty. They are filled with all the insignificance we consider as worthy substitutes to a purpose and our purpose in life is to simply waste life away. Modern existence, which we call our reality, is so lonely and so hectic that we rely on technology to make our existence a little bit more sufferable. Little do we realize that what we gain in technology, we lose in our humanity. We make up for our lack of humanity by the intensity of our technologically soulless lives. We convince ourselves that the evil we do is actually good and all the harm we will cause, will really benefit us all. We are always concerned about ourselves, but we ignore others and our justification for this action is, because they have ignored us.

In all of this, we all agree to hate each other. We do not hate for a reason as much as we hate, because we do not understand anything else. Hate unifies us and clears all our doubts and hate teaches us the worth of our own shallowness. Our hate is simple and it is pure and it is focused on the simple act of insecurity. We have not outgrown the insecurities of our cave bound ancestors and we hate all that we do not understand. What we do not understand causes fear to germinate within us and to deny the fear and not be afraid of fear, we kill that which causes us to doubt our own sense of infallibility.

We live in denial and we gladly shoot the messenger with a new message. It is not because we are afraid of the message, but because we are appalled that someone would accept it. What we do not know makes us stronger and what we do know, makes us weak. We shy away from the reality, because we cannot wish it away and hence, we seek refuge in our illusions.

We are all followers of Walter Mitty and we are proud of our fantasies.