The humdrum of everyday existence could be tedious.
Waking up to the same set of
similar things and activities could lead into an array of contentious questions
suddenly, and without regard to the theories of time and space, popping into one’s head. The more absurd, the better it seems.
There’s obviously boredom in
monotony, and it’s a wonder why many people, including you and me, oftentimes choose
to live the lives we have been accustomed to. Being saddled with the same set
of events is not only taxing, but could be mind boggling as well. Not to
mention, the manner of dealing with the same set of people with equally dreary
lifestyles and hang-ups.
But what is really compelling is
that we choose to drag our feet despite our revulsion in what we see and encounter everyday. True,
sometimes we are saddled by more pressing issues of survival or even
complacency, which lead us to accept the revulsion and act as if we are on the
happiest psychedelic paradise we could think of. Oftentimes though, everything
turns into a convoluted mess of catastrophic proportions.
I don’t have a point, really. I
just think that people grow accustomed to certain things, embrace them as
universal truths, and think that everything will forever be part of such
truths. Fact is, nothing is ever permanent, and at one point, you will realize
that you lived your entire life not knowing what you really want.
Then, you are reincarnated as a cockroach.
Then, you are reincarnated as a cockroach.
I have long been searching for my purpose in life to no avail. But then, I thought, once I have found my purpose, what then? The cycle would continue of dragging myself to doing monotonous things towards said purpose.
ReplyDeleteI guess, the beauty of life is in not knowing if you're doing what you're really supposed to doing.
(I think don't have a point for this comment either, really. It's just my initial thought after reading your post.)