The World Ended The Moment It Began

Every human being acts based on their self-interests to a variety of degrees. Be disappointed. But, don’t act surprised. For that only makes your effort futile.

The idea of having self-interests is not entirely wrong, in my opinion, because it is merely a feature of being a human. But, what makes it infuriating and sinful is, when people exploit other groups of people’s naiveté then delude them with false but beautiful narratives, when executing their plans. Or even worse, perhaps they don’t feed you with full-on propaganda or hoaxes, but with subtle misleading truths. To some degree, it is true, but it is not the entire story that they are telling you.

Some people enjoy having knives, some others enjoy utilizing them for ill purposes, and some more others are nonchalant enough to stab their own kind and twist the knife however they desire. You have all the free will in the world. You choose.

It’s nothing new within the elites, the government—People in power. But you can also find it at the corner of the streets everywhere in the city, even within the spaces under your bed or the murmurs around your ears.

It is everywhere, and I wonder if that must be the way to survive in today’s world where you either eat or get eaten, or whether it is just a matter of ego and power dynamics. Or maybe both. And you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference anymore.

Now, another question arises—what does it mean to be a human, then, if it’s just to survive within the gaps of eating or getting eaten by some other egotistical and power hungry beings? Because isn't that what animals do, too? Except they do it for critical viability.

Looking from this perspective, now I’m starting to think that despite how insignificant our existence is amongst the vast and limitless universe, we can never be deserving of this tiny blue dot we are occupying, because whatever we do, it always comes down to an apocalyptic inevitable catastrophe.

How many times should we revolutionize or reform? How many times? Because at this point, I’m just waiting for the mushroom cloud to arrive on my bed, I swear.

“Oh, but history moved in such vicious circles.” —R. F. Kuang, The Burning God.