One of those late night rants, those modulated murmurs and voices in my head that has no real direction and continues to keep me awake.
Is it true that we spend too much time doing and not being?
We pursue happiness, yet the results are usually futile. The efforts are self defeating and we need to indulge ourselves in what makes us happy without knowing it - we simply be happy.
We as humans pursue progress, yet sometimes we are not better than our forefathers. Science has advanced, but our morals have come to a standstill. Democracy is sometimes the tyrannical rule of the majority. Our worth has been measured by superficial achievements in chapters of history, and simply we just need to 'be' - a state of being content and be sustainable and responsible in our ways.
And the realisation that understanding a concept doesn't mean you can do anything about it. Just because you have grasped a better understanding of poverty, depression or the apathetic nature of society does not mean you know how to solve it. In fact, you don't even know the way around it or how to avoid it. You are part of it.
Knowledge is not empowering. That's a lie. Knowledge disempowers you. So does emotions, your allegiances and loyalties, and your conscience. Yet they are so fundamental in our morals, goals and what we seek.
So you become stripped to the bone and detach. There is the foul, repulsive process of decay in between. But when it's complete - you're bare and clean and much more respectable. Not so much dead, but a living sedation. Nothing can kill you again.