The Truth

We all know the world is truely out of control, we can debate, argue
and even have hissyfits over the status of the Earth. But no matter
the arguement or however or whichever way you put it, this planet's
chaotic, imbalanced and troublesome can not be denied. We've all seen
the news, heard the word of mouth and seen it on our very streets,
there's hatred, deep burning hatred. The kind that makes people go out
and kill, all for a meaningless "rep" or status, dog eat dog so
tospeak. Though this hatred is not born in who we choose to take it
out on, it's not bred in the opposition, our anger, our unwavering
madness and spite dereives from our very selves. We hate what we are,
we despise who we are. And in a rational logical world it seems it's
unreasonable to take this out on ourselves. Yet who is more deserving
of our wrath than ourselves?
We've realised our meaning, we've had our great epitanthy. There is
no loving, forgiving God or Gods. No higher power guiding our hands
and our lives for us. No rhyme or reason, no purpose or meaning. We
are in ourselves as out of control and chaotic as the planet we
inhabit. There's no great plan to it all, it just, is. The powers of
fate, destiny, are nothing but feeble excuses dreamt up inorder for us
not to face the truthful, harsh, realistic truth. That there is none,
that there is nothing.
We've devoted our time, our space, our ideals, we've sold our very
selves in order to feel something. Other than the vast empty vaccum of
our so called "souls". We place people on pedastals that are even more
aware and crushed by this ourselves, just to look upto something, just
in order to view and review and critize their own failures,
misdemeanings and sheer lack of being. Just to feel better about our
very shells of being. We even idolise undeserved figures, fabricated
or not, in order to use some of their so called 'qualities' to use for
our own. To make ourselves "better" people. But these self taught lies
are not enough to make our hearts and minds escape the crushing void.
We're all beginning to slowly realise, all at our different paces,
this fact. As horrfying as it is. It's beginning to dawn on us, that
we will not even become as great as the celebrities and religous
figures we epitomize so much, so we question the very fabric of them,
believe they are responsible, believe others more to be more 'well
off' and fortunate, we see false purpose in others eyes and believe it
to be true, flaring our unquenchable envy and jealousy. Misplaced as
it is, it's power is undenyable.
We're not going to get what our fellow beings promise, we're not
going to feel any true satisfaction, we will never feelfulfilled,
happy or loved. Not as much as we want or believe are deserved. And
even then, it will feel shallow, worthless. Because it is.
We will not all become all we want, and we never will be. That
crushing blow is occuring everywhere, the modern world has broken the
disolusioned traditonal beliefs and faiths, is has striped our rights
and worth away. It has shown us for the horrible monsters we are,
monsters who weep in the existence they inhabit, because they are not
needed, meaningless and simply, insignificant.