Reflexions

The human nature compels one to become attached to people or objects, to dreams, beliefs, values, to an idea, an experiment, to memories, and many more... But everything is transitory, there nothing which cannot be removed from us. ‘Being' rhymes with ‘disappearing' and indeed, all that has the capacity to be, can undoubtedly disappear. Our only guarantee in life is that there are no guarantees in life. Ever more, I realize to what extent life is difficult, not only for me, but for everyone. As long as I believed that I was the problem, there existed the possibility that my quality of life could improve. Now, I realize that nobody escapes grief. Then, why make the effort to anticipate since ‘anticipate' rhymes with ‘debilitate'? The more I dare to hope, the greater my incapacity.

I feel like a blind man standing alone in the desert. He surely believes that it is impossible that he is there for no reason; that there has to be more to life than sand. So he starts to walk. He walks without even having the capacity to imagine what he could find. He does not even have the insurance that there actually is something to find. Why then bother taking the first step? Yes, to ‘experiment' rhymes with ‘accomplishment', but it also rhymes with ‘insignificant'. How inane must be his journey when, step after step, all that he feels under his feet is sand, knowing all along that he might just as well be a few steps away from something, than he could be going round in circles.

I find it twisted that life is so difficult. I do not expect it to be pleasant at all times, but I haven't the slightest clue as to what it was meant to be. What I do know, is that ‘adventure' rhymes with ‘torture', which incidentally, also rhymes with ‘tire'. And so, I must set out on this adventure that is life, an adventure that has been full of torture so far. I put all my energy into this adventure, and so I tire myself out, which increases the torture of experiencing this adventure.

Like the blind man, I'm certain that there is something that makes it all worth it. I refuse to believe that ‘being' can rhyme with ‘nothing'! The very idea that humanity, that life itself, is pointless is ridiculous. Still, the more I learn, the more perplexed I become. Day after day, I continue persevere in hope that I am near. Alas, struggling to reach a destination without knowing what destination I'm trying to reach seems futile. If the meaning of life is to discover the meaning of life, then life is an impossible feat. If life is lived without meaning, then there is no reason to live - just like the blind man has no reason to move is there is nowhere to go.

As of yet, all I have come to understand is that life is an abstract of instants of distress. In spite of the fact that I prefer to have known and have lost than to not have known at all, I do not see what advantage either has over the other. I have a good capacity of comprehension; nevertheless ‘question' continues to rhyme with ‘confusion'.