What's the point?
Do you ever ask yourself this question? What's the point of all this? You go to sleep knowing that tomorrow you'll likely go through the same routine again only to end up exactly where you are right now, in bed, thinking about what you should do tomorrow. Do you ever wonder if you could make anything more out of your life, anything more profound than this?
Do you ever wonder about the years that have gone by and years that are ahead and how fast do they go. Do you ever feel that anxiety which comes from knowing that you're already that much years old and still have so much you want to accomplish in life, but somehow you just don't know where to start and so the days, weeks, months and years go by while you just do what you have to do and keep planning, perpetually, the start of a better life.
Do you ever wonder, what's the point of all those conversations and relationships you have with people, all those pretenses, all those roles you play in front of them and roles they play in front of you. Do you ever wonder what's the point of using meaningless small talk merely to keep a conversation with a person instead of actually delving into an honest exploration of each other? Or what's the point of keeping that "professional detachment" from your boss and co-workers even though you feel you could be accomplishing so much more if you only had the guts to be yourself in front of them?
What's the point of living a life as if you truly are nothing but a machine, with an already predetermined path, with pleasure or pain as input signals, and expressions of happiness or sadness as output signals. Can you conjure up anything more out of your life? Even if these are the building blocks of who you ultimately are, couldn't you make an art out of these elements, out of your life? Couldn't you be the god of your own universe?
I feel like we've build a society of so many compartments that we each feel like slaves that forgot to breed. And it is only in our dark, calm moments that we remember to even want to breed, to truly grasp that elusive feeling of true freedom to be something that lives with full power and energy and that mindfully grasps every single particle that affects your senses.
The society is pointless if we are not brave enough to take down the barriers, to not only be different, but express those differences freely, no matter what, for life's sake. It is further pointless if we build on this mutual compartmentalization of each other, fear of each other, consequent desire to control each other in such ways to enslave each other, lessen each other, in the name of freedom and security, instead of unleashing, letting go and letting be.
We seem to be more often controlled by our own fears and anxieties than set free by our desire to flourish and power up. This is all wrong. All wrong.