Monday, June 22, 2015

The Future

The future is virtually unpredictable. You might think that something might happen, but in reality it might not. No matter the probability that it might happen, it might not. This phenomenon comes hand in hand with the fact that time passes to quickly for us humans. We see ourselves day by day feeling miserable at our jobs, at our schools, at home, and although it seems to only crawl by at the moment, a year will have passed in a blink of an eye. The feeling of uselessness and the need for more time is always there, either nagging at us from time to time, or overwhelming our every sense and clouding our minds to the point where we may no longer even think. This last year has passed both very quickly and extremely slow, for me at the very least. I am no longer the person that I was then, merely a shadow, a wraith draped in the skin of another. The entire world crowds around me, asphyxiating me and pulling me down further and further into the depths of sorrow, despair, and hopelessness. I feel the world around me wallow in despair while I writhe in pain at every instant, every waking moment. My vision darkens and the so called future is completely obscured from sight. I am left alone to die in the darkness of this cruel world. So I might as well kick back and enjoy every brief pause in life and the pain that it ensues. I enjoy the lines of poem that I scrawl lovingly all over my notebook; I enjoy the few pieces of music that are actually worth listening to; I enjoy the brief moments when I close my eyes, and blocking the world on the outside, delve into myself and fine peace if only for an instant; I enjoy the brief conversations that matter with the few people who seem to matter. And so it is that I write down these words. Of the things that I enjoy, I must admit that the least frequent one is finding people that see the world as I do with whom I can engage in meaningful conversations, not the enormous amount of crap that I must endure to speak every day because that's what society requires of me. In the end I would too end up saying those damn words:
I love Big Brother...

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