I can’t help but feel small.
No, I’m not talking about being below average stature wise, but being small as a living being. Humanity is small: we’re nothing but a tiny speck in a vast and giant universe, or a multitude of them if you are so inclined.
Our existence is only for a brief instant in what must be an infinitely long timeline that stretches (almost) for ever.
Life really is short.
We live, we struggle, we thrive, we fight, we enjoy, but ultimately, we all die.
The religionists will talk of and tell you delusions of an afterlife of eternal bliss -or suffering, depending on whether you bow to their all-so-loving creator, but that’s another story altogether- but the truth is, no one is spared from the fear of death.
I doubt many of us truly believe in that fairy tale.
So why can’t we ever take a step back from it all? Why can’t we ever take it all in and see that our existence, and our lives are pretty much insignificant? Why can’t we stop lying to ourselves?
Are we all really that cowardice to face reality?
Life isn’t perfect. Shit happens. Mistakes are made. Relationships turn sour. Grudges are held. Bridges are burnt. People are shitty. All of us are selfish.
Why can’t we accept all that? Why do we put expectations and apply standards that we ourselves cannot live by?
Why can’t we just live an honest life devoid of pointless pretence, and spare ourselves the hypocrisy?
1 comment:
this is WAY better than sermons! Good job! =)
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