Saturday, January 26, 2013

Hollow.

Written by an anonymous friend.


We all have begun to realize that we aren't that important after all. We grew thinking about the fairy tales where the world would resolve around us and slowly we are adapting to the fact that we hold no significance. Nobody is going to write our praises when we die, nobody is going to remember what we said or did. We aren't leaders; we aren't the people we always idolized. We are ordinary human beings.  Ordinary, and hence astoundingly disposable. We now are aware of how easily we can be replaced.

We have begun to realize that butterflies aren't beautiful and rainbow on a sunny day isn't perfection. we are opening up to the possibility that there is a chance, a slight chance that god doesn't like us after all and maybe this existence and us being trapped in our skin is just his way of belittling us and the fact that this world might just be hell.

We are growing up to the fact that our life might have no purpose and there is no bigger picture, we are random assholes little more than a hollow husk coated with flesh and skin, being dictated in every sense of the word.  We aren't going to save the world, we can’t even save ourselves. Maybe the only reason why we like to kill others is because of the rush to the head, because we like it, because our lives would be pretty boring otherwise. Maybe we don't want our issues to be sorted, our problems solved, our hearts mended and our souls healed because if all that happens, what’s left in life? Paths not known of which we are afraid to embark upon? and we are just cowards we don't want to discover the unknown.

When it’s all said and done, maybe we will put a chair outside in the yard and look up in the sky and accept things. Accept that there is no purpose, and life is just a big empty space.. Hollow. unfilled. Life is a punishment.

10 comments:

aiman qasim said...

your anonymous friend says true,it wasn't really a beautiful world out there to being with,now it just keeps getting uglier,also the bit abt we don't want our issues to be sorted is right ,most of us live a purposeless less life,devoid of any real meaning,most don't even look for any sort of meaning at all,but maybe all is not wrong yet,maybe there will still be few who will be given atleast something worth wile to spend life with.we can only hope.

The Me. said...

Wow. Pessimistic much? O.o

Ayesha said...

Brilliant. About time your anonymous friend introduces himself.

Aqsa said...

Beautifully written. But why be so gloomy? Why be so pessimistic?
The hope keeps us moving. Lets pretend we all are here for a purpose.

Mahwash said...

It's not a punishment if we're random assholes.

It's just is what it is.

Amna Sid said...

Strong, moving, etcetra etcetra etcetra but someone here really does need to get laid.

Ridx said...

“Why the hell are we conditioned into the smooth strawberry-and-cream Mother-Goose-world, Alice-in-Wonderland fable, only to be broken on the wheel as we grow older and become aware of ourselves as individuals with a dull responsibility in life?”

Anonymous said...

Thanks everyone (well, almost everyone) for reading and the comments. :)

- Anonymous friend.

Kshipra said...

Profound!

Also, loving your blog.
Fellow bibliophile where have you been? :)

Maryam said...

Kshipra: Hello! Can't take credit for the post, that was written by a friend. But I'm so glad you love my blog!