What do you do when you're over it? You've simply had enough and you
just want to throw in the towel? There's no will to do anything
anymore. Look at yourself. Just look in the mirror. One day
you're going to wake up and see the lines on your face growing. The glory
of youth is leaving you. You have one foot in the grave already.
You will be dead. Your friends will be dead. Everyone you know will
be dead. That is the illusion of life - that you are immortal, that you
are invincible. You are every bit as vulnerable as everything else.
Why is there even a survival reflex? Seems a bit greedy if you ask
me. Everything in mankind's existence is a terrible folly. There
are no real accomplishments here. We are held together by the flimsiest
of strands.
Onwards and forwards, the fallacy of progress sounds loud in your ears when the
only real outcome is death. Death and nothingness. What a cruel
joke. Life is the cruellest of all states, because none of us get to share
it equally. We don't all have great experiences. We have to force
ourselves to create happiness. Often at other people's expense.
There is no fairness in it. All of life is decided on the throw of a
dice. That's sad, that's just tragic. The bird eats the
spider. We are irrelevant. This planet is irrelevant. This
whole universe is irrelevant. And guess what? So are you.
Joaquin out.
