resolution

Why must we feel all that we feel? Why must we exist? Why must we die? Why create desolation and bloodshed if we’re doomed from the beginning? Is it out of anger because we are doomed from the start, instead of cultivating pleasure during the limited time that we have?

Resolution has no meaning. We have this what we have, and we keep on destroying natural beauty, perishing it into evanescence.

How to live? Live as you wish, without imperiling and jeopardizing others around you. How do you define good from bad? How do you define social obstructions and imposition and how do we avoid them? I guess by understanding that killing and destroying is bad, that humans aren’t cannibals? So why out of vain and ego do humans globally devour each other, and while we’re at it, everything else for that matter? Is it the lack of intelligence or is it the adrenaline powered by boredom? But wouldn’t boredom be classified as idiocy or foolishness? So mustn’t it be pure stupidity?

Do we retreat to ideals because of fear, or do we treat ideals as religion? We have ideals because of what, cultural barriers and implications? Essentially, ideals are man-made thoughts which govern our own behaviors in order to create meaning within the limitation of breath. 

Why do all humans search for that one pure idea that none of us truly understand? That idea being love. All humans except those that cultivate pleasure by sadism. 

As we all exist for a spec, we all die at one point, and we all fear death of a beloved and our own, and yet we seek for this eternal idea of love which acts as immunity to the inevitable vanishing. We create art about love, if anything most art is motivated by this very idea, and they keep on telling us tales from history about everlasting, true love which are fed lies about the imaginary prince charming and the most beautiful of maidens that conquer all men and women by their gaze. For what? For a fostered idea of immunity which will create meaning to your miserable life that no one will ever remember. Your fear of being meaningless is ever-present and motivates you to go to extremes from suicide, in which some heroes truly do succeed, to terrorizing others around you in order to exert your own pain of the incapability of accepting nothingness as the only essence of your being.