humans...

Humans are very strange creatures when you think about it. The abilities we possess that give us advantages over the rest of the animal kingdom seem to be those that we use least. We have the ability to communicate, to understand, and to express our true feelings, but we rarely do any of these things. It is such a rare thing to truly communicate with another human. Just to drop all guards, pretence, and bullshit and just be… We are so cynical now. Maybe we always have been? I don’t know… but what am I talking about? I do the same. I commit these crimes daily… but why? Why are we so afraid? We are a generation of lost souls searching for truth, yet unable to trust anyone, or anything… Why can’t we just be who we are? We are generally so worried about what everyone else thinks of us that we never actually take the time to figure out who we are and what we want… jesus… I get roughly 80 years, that is if I don’t get taken by war, natural disaster, or a random banana peel on the way, to revel in my current existence, so I’ll be damned if going to waste it. In all likelihood, this is it. When I close my eyes for the last time and draw that final breath – and slide into darkness forever… We all know this, but ignore it. Instead we allow the grand trick of capitalism to be played on us. To become the slaves of this system. We decide we need things – lots of things – and to pay for these things we need to work for over half of our life for them… it just seems like a lot of wasted time and money… success, surely, is measured in what you have seen, heard, tasted, smelled, and touched in your life, not what you have accumulated. We collect so many things around us that we are unable to see each other any more. Instead of trying to understand each other, we kill each other over vast rivers of black sticky cash. Instead of using science for progression, we use it to create weapons and bombs that can raze cities to the ground in seconds, and then we call ourselves ‘intelligent’… jokers… nevermind looking for ‘other’ intelligent life, ‘some’ intelligent life would nice…

It is not a tragedy to die, but it is a tragedy not to live.