“We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.” ― Charles Bukowski
I'm awake — it's 5am. Coffee poured. And I'm sat at my desk poised to write this post.
And then it strikes me: the above heading.
Do I ignore it and move on to something else?
The Buk quote (as always) is deliberate. It could easily be a metaphor for my life and, I suspect, yours. That might mean we live or at least try to live purposeful lives. We seldom do — sorry.
Of course, that's conjecture on my part but playing by the extant narrative doesn't seem to be working judging by the state of the world — and I extend my gaze well beyond the deleterious state of the planet.
GUILTY AS CHARGED.
What changes are we encouraged to or are making?
None, or not so you'd notice.
You might say, understandably, there's nothing trivial nor wanton about working hard to secure the best job possible, and working your butt off to make it and your life a success. And I understand that: my parents did, and I'm well on my way to doing the same! Scrap the success bit. Hanging in there would be a more apt position.
But, really, is that the best we've got, knowing, in particular, we've got one life and it's ending one day at a time?
In my case, the answer is a resounding no.( Collapse )