Worthless

The idea of living has gotten so boring now, especially when at the ripe age of 21 you have accomplished everything you wished to. The world seems so hollow and vague; it’s lost all its meaning and glory. Same old people doing the same old shit, living their lives blinded by their own selfish desires; pursuing money to make their pathetic lives more comfortable. So dissolved in vanity that they fail to see that all their accomplishments were nothing to begin with… we have people jumping in excitement about being a volunteer for some shitty festival or an event, when all they did was carry a couple of wires around or drop a stack of papers from point A to point B but they make it seem like they went on some fantastic adventure to Narnia and met the golden lion and sucked his balls. They keep sizing things up to glorify themselves in an unending quest for superiority ignorant of the fact that these things don’t mean shit in a broader aspect. I quote,"The ignorant shine with confidence while the intellectual rots in doubt."

Everywhere you look there are posters telling you how you should look and what you should wear. People go to gyms to get that physique so they could look like Calvin Klein models or maintain a diet to fit into clothes they bought or to gain that “Victoria’s Secret” model look… it’s disgusting… the demands that people place on an individual. I wonder how much the superficial mattered when we were chiseling stones to make weapons. We have rumors telling us more about ourselves than we knew and it comes as a shock when we know what people really think about us. It’s funny how we think we are special and people care about us but when reality hits you on the face like a punch from Tyson you know how alone you really are.

This world doesn’t matter… there is no eternal life. It’s a concept people hold onto to maintain their psyche. There is no good and evil, no winners or losers. We must realize that we created this and our actions had an opposite reactions. When we invented the term winner… we indirectly created losers. When we termed something as good, we also termed something as evil. When we imagined our creators, we also imagined our destroyers. For the sake of peace, we waged wars. If we love someone, we hate someone. It’s all tied and bound to a vicious cycle… we create complications for ourselves. The more we try to simplify it, the more we are left confused. Let it go and see how worthless life truly is. We are here simply to exist… we are the fungus that grows on a stale piece of bread. We are not special!