The Mindless

Purpose, reason and meaning. Do we all have it? Do we all even understand them? What they mean, to everyone, to us. How they shape and form us? Where does our humanity lie when we have no reason, no purpose and no meaning?
We make our own. We give ourselves reason, we create our purpose, we mold our meanings.
There is so much unrest, anger, boredom and wonder. I'm from the UK & I live in a big city. You can feel the unease in the air. Sense it in everyone's words. They are on the verge of something catastrophic, we all know change is afoot. We've changed, humanity and mankind has, it's our laws and societies that have become stuck, out of place and misinterpreted. We live lives of fiction. We spend our money on luxuries we are told are the next big thing. We're taught to believe we can achieve anything. Free speech and whatever. It seems damn evident this is not enough. Though what people don't realize is that even if they go out, break a law or two, steal something, it's a temperamental fix. You taste one bite of a large bar of chocolate and if you like it, you'll want more. You'll then want another bar, you'll want more and more until you get sick, until you can't stand it, and then you'll have something else to indulge in, you'll search for it, quest to find that satisfaction. And when you cant and WILL NOT find it you'll be angry, frustrated, upset and down right feel cheated.
It's not a hero we need, it's not an example we need to have made, it's not a wound that will heal. This is a thirst that will not be quenched. This is a hunger than we cannot remedy. Why? Well because these people are not even sure what they do want themselves. They don't know, they can't know, they perhaps never will know. And maybe some of them, know this. You let a domestic dog go free into the wild and they'll search for humans at first, someone to provide for them, to satisfy them, when they can't find that or get that they'll search for it themselves, the ebst way they know how, track and hunt it down, bite and break the neck of their prey, feed that hunger inside of them to last them, just for the night, then the next night they'll be at it again. But that dog will never find what it wants, because it wants what it cannot have because it has crossed that line, it has become something else it's not longer the friendly 'dog' you picture, it's an animal, and it out to try stay alive. When you bring that back inside it doesn't know of the sheer simpleness of the existence, the damn irony of waste and pompousness of luxury.
You want money? You work for it. Or, you steal it, you rob it, you fake it. It's the input, the effort required. You cannot argue that as a species we are lazy, look at what we have invented to keep us on our arse's?  It's even proven, though not understood, that people who stand upright more in their lives live longer. We want simple pleasures, but we are not prepared to do complicated things in order to get them, we've created webs of institutions and infrastructure that has led to many being eclipsed, forgotten about and pushed aside. If you felt that would you sit around until you died?
There is no message, there is no vendetta or motivation. There is only CHAOS.