Playful

The amount of humans

Aimless roaming the earth

Is incalculable

Every

Single

Day

Million,

No, billions

Wake up dead

Yes. Dead.

For a life that is only a man

Waking with a heartbeat.

and going to bed with a clock sheet, wasted

isn’t a true life

A true life is one that is felt.

It is a life in devotion to that which brings one to tears.

It is no less than sincerity.

It is what nature intended.

But man has his own intentions.

And it is in the following of these unnatural intentions,

That he has strayed far away from his true nature.

Leaving him left to taste only . . .

Mere bread of crumbs of the elixirs of a true life.

But what choice does he have?

He thinks he has a choice.

He thinks he should.

He thinks it’ll work.

He thinks

and after all this thinking

If the societal conditioning isn’t completed

he inevitable end up at this questions. . .

What’s the point?

Truth

is dangerous

for in it

When one questions the point of life

see none

Suffers

sees no end to the suffering

He may seek to end what he thinks is his life.

Suicide seems (is) logical.

—

When you see no point

When you have no purpose

When you believe there should be

while at the same time

You’re constantly surrounded by others that believe the same things,

and even worst, LOOKS as if they have one

What else is there for one to do

but

to take one’s life

If in it. He is forced to suffer endlessly for a meaningless existence.

There is

no point

There is

no purpose

There is

no meaning

There is

nothing

Does this mean

You should take your life

at this very moment?

It doesn’t.

For there is no “should” either

So what can one even do then?

nothing

There is nothing one can do

And when this is realized.

When the understanding has reached one’s bones

One becomes no longer the victim of life.

Because one no longer needs

a purpose, a point, or a meaning from it

He is able

to play . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .