Often times, we get so much caught in the web of living the good life that our visions end up blurred and myopic. We humans are such a helpless race that we are taught to compete even before we are born, right then when that God decides to send us to the world. And in our competitions we have forgotten the purposes of our existence, we are loitering around, taking our lives for granted. In our quest of the good life, we have ended up being irreparably hurt and broken. In our search for the way to glory, we have forgotten that we are made of flesh, blood and hormones and the fact that we can feel, doesn’t even have a backseat among us.
What we have acquired today is a set of lethal weaponry that we unleash every now and then, to emerge as the winner, to prove the best in us and to hide the dark in us. Today, we are not afraid to kill each other, let alone hurt with mere words. We can dig a grave and bury somebody that we have just murdered and act like nothing happened. The spoken words look too meagre compared to that deed, don’t they? And that’s where we humans are so maliciously twisted. To be able to speak anything and everything is our birthright.
When our conversations with someone turns unpleasant every time, we begin to build walls in between us. Even better, with the social media sites watching our backs, we have pushed ourselves into corners, isolating ourselves from the harshness of the world. Some of us fight back. We retort to everything, end up being labelled as ‘crude’. And that’s the point I guess, where we begin to change. Today, we don’t care if an eye for an eye will make the world go blind. What we care is the puffed ego and pride that has been passed on to us from generations of our dear ancestors who are no more than faint memories.
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he do not become a monster himself, because if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you. Nietzsche.
While fighting the evil around us, we naturally transform into something that we don’t want to. Look at the kind of zombies we have become. We don’t smile at each other too often, and even if we do, it’s like someone’s paying for it. We hide our troubles, our battles with depression and we keep the confessions to ourselves because we are scared to death that we will only be laughed at if we disclose. We don’t share our darkness and we don’t open ourselves to light anymore. We keep on struggling to declare that we are still strong and we stage those fake laughter. And the sorry side of everything, we keep on fighting the evil around us, not to banish it completely, but to let it rule us eventually.
We are dead people anyway, with dead emotions, and tongues that don’t have control. The least we can do is to remember that the world is a very small town and we all have the same sky.