unfinished rambling

Why does our heart desire those very things that we cannot have? The more improbable your chances of attaining it, all the more desperately you seek it. Farther away from your reach, the sweeter it appears. Power, wealth, love – strong words, but why does our life have to revolve around them? It leaves a lot to be desired for. Is there any meaning to life besides these empty promises? Indeed, is there any meaning to life at all? Why do we live and what do we attain or can hope to attain at the end of it all? Isn’t it an awful waste when sometimes, after all that you’ve amassed, it’s taken away by death and isn’t it the sweetest relief when death, for most, just glides in and ends a life long journey of misery, failure and desperation? Yet the most disturbing fact remains that the multitude are blissfully unaware of the futility of it all.

Despite the fact that their whole life has been nothing but a collection of failures and disappointments, most men have but a single thought during their death – regret. How can any human being demonstrate such imbecility? What compels them to imagine that in a few more years they could have materialized those dreams that they have spent a lifetime chasing, in vain? However, maybe this ignorance of life’s futility is exactly what you need in order to truly cherish your life. For how can anyone ever value this life with the ever-present knowledge of its inadequacy? If the thought of its ineffectuality constantly haunts your mind, how can motivation ever prevail? No words or promises can ever compel such a man into action. It would truly be a vegetative and despondent state to be in.

This may appear to be the disenchanted ramblings of a disillusioned mind – and indeed, it may turn out that you are not too far away from the truth. A biased society and cocky, self-proclaimed intellectuals can and will dismiss these words, attributing it to the traumas of growing up in uncertain times. And I, for one, shall not contradict them; pompous they may seem, but nevertheless possess what continues to eludes me – a sense of security and satiation. Possibly the satisfaction may just be a shadow cast by their ignorance; it’s a dark yet happy place to be in.