22 July 2012
There is a sense of invisibility when you’re denying yourself to be happy. It’s not by choice, no. It’s a sense of being completely worn out. That there is no energy or no real motivation to drive your forward. The fight has been going on for so long that you have lost all direction and self-prospect. What is learnt during a difficult time is easily lost in the ever day life. The forgetfulness of human beings is a disastrous thing. There seems to be something in our nature that says “Happiness is something you earn, and you haven’t earned it yet”. Or, are we just a defect of a lag phase in human evolution? Societal pressure and all the responsibilities pile up, but most of us can handle them. Are those the ignorant? The people who have created the illusion of safety?
Realistically, life is fragile in every sense of the word. We are constantly pressured, even without a presser. Expected to do certain things, even when no one has given any orders. Are we mute slaves to our own pressure, or are we just deathly afraid to take a closer look at what it is we are really dealing with? When even death becomes a thing about guilt and anguish. A thing so much easier than life. We are still pressured, and still expected to live. To not inflict harm in others and cause misery. We have these constant strings attached to us which are impossible to break without there being even worse consequences. Are we really that blind to what is in front of us? Maybe it’s the complete opposite. We care too much about what’s in front of us.
Do we live with the illusion of safety? Are we all just wandering around, thinking that we are all happy-smiley-merry go lucky, when all the pressing issues at the world are just lurking beneath the surface?
The human specie is not meant to be isolated. We are social animals. So why is it that the social bits seem to be the thing that we haven’t gotten going for us? Why is social interaction so incredibly delicate and sensitive? Are we all just living life in some sort of make believe world that this is what our psyche is built for?
Because to me, heaven and hell are just euphemisms for success and failure, both being two concepts created to have contrast. To compartmentalize our lives into two halves. Functional chaos needs structure, and if there is something lacking in the human nature, it’s structure.
So, are we just in a lag phase - confused. Or are we really the most dysfunctional specie that has ever inhabited the world? The human body is flawless. And yet, we seem to find ways to flaw it.
The Illusion Of Safety • Opuss № I