I'm extremely perssimistic about the human condition nowadays. Everything centered on connection and relationship seems more and more futile everyday. Our flaws weigh heavily upon us as individuals and in union with another these flaws can be quite the atomic bomb. I'm no longer under the illusion that I'm a good person. In fact, we are all monsters. Active or dormant or both. A quote from True Detective comes to mind.
'I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in human evolution. We became too self aware; nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself. We are creatures that should not exist by natural law. We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, a secretion of sensory experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody’s nobody. I think the honorable thing for our species to do is deny our programming, stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction, one last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.'
We are depreciating with each generation. We will self-destruct eventually. In the meantime we have to find a way to co-exist. Try our best not to wreck havoc on the lives of other monsters. It's rather unfortunate that we aren't programmed to exist in isolation. As if the Creator's grand plan was for us to destroy one another. I often reject invitations of association because I'm quite self-aware. But sometimes I yearn for these very things I scorn. A bug in my programming. I resist the call. Because when the monster eventually rears its head, everything goes to shit.
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