I feel wrong. Like a waste of space. Someone who's always at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Does that makes sense? Of course it doesn't. Humans just do everything in their power to decipher even the most worthless trash. We want answers. We want truth. We want something just for nothing to disappear.
Horrible, isn't it? Finding ways to be more than an existence. To be more living than just alive. Forcing our ideals to everyone else until a society of ideals is formed. And thus, this society now becomes the next one to force its ideals upon the individuals that made it; calling for another cycle of forced truths.
I hate society. It makes me conform to what it believes to be the norm. And if you never bothered to, it will just beat you up and toss you away until you pass the test of lies with flying colors along being able to integrate it into your daily life, fooling anyone and everyone into believing that this society is the right one and the only one to be followed, believed in with unyielding baseless faith.
But, you know, I hate myself more. Acting so damn awesome as if society has no hold on me when I'm truly alone and weak against it firm grasp. Moaning the fact that I'm weak. Hating the reality that I'm alone despite surrounding myself with people, looking for connections and make life less miserable.
I'm hopeless. Believing things that suits my conceived idea of what life supposed to be: free and real. Free in a way that people, places and events don't matter at all. That these thing are just weights waiting to be cast aside to ensure a voyage of absolute freedom in a world of obligations. Real, where I will never be afraid to be who I am nor express what I want. Real in a way that deceit has no holds to people's hearts and so they themselves stay true to their nature, even if it's the embodiment of darkness.
But how can nature be anything other than itself? It can't. Nature is neither good nor evil. It can't be more than what it is. Honestly, we just want to be more that what we are allowed to and that's why we formed the idea of good and evil. Good can never be good if it has no counter part. We formed good and in the process gave birth to evil. That's how the universal balance works. You sacrifice to gain. And these different variation of sacrifices that individuals do, makes them unique: something more than natural but, at same time, something also less.
But who cares, right? They get what they want. They become something different and in a way perceived it as special. Telling themselves a multitude of times that they are more and more and more and this repetition would lead to solid belief, forming pride, forming dignity and other shitty "good" characteristics. After establishing this, they would then look for others, finding kinship, someone else to support their ever inflating egos. Repeating this search and they'll form a group of individuals who will have same ideas that they see as superior to other groups of collective mindsets. Pitting against each other and tearing apart any fragile connection. At the end of the day, one would win and rise to the top, never realizing that everyone was supposed to be on the same level, where they belong, as dictated by their nature.
But who am I to judge? I'm just a waste of space.
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no thought, head empty
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