There must be something more to life. Something beyond the physical fuss, sexual lust, material wealth, religious factions, political agendas, and cultural lines exists more meaning; perhaps, even further beyond my understanding lies the human indignation that led me to this point. Or perhaps it is my desire within to crave desperately for an unattainable infinite; for me, infinity is a higher virtue and fixated justice rather than the routine consumption of what it means to become a part of a dystopian process of like-mindedness. I’ve come to realize the unenthusiastic idea that we are all just means to an end. What a dull life would it be to have lived, if with all your possessions you miss the opportunity to contribute to humanity.
My chaotic journey is of nothing spiritual, or religious. I don’t want the equation of souls or to develop a theoretical formula for The Universe. Those are all hopes for a rewarding result that is based off of consequential rational which leads to an insignificant lifestyle under bigotry. I do not want to take my chances on a hand of faith that an afterlife would carry mankind further to harmony and meaning than I could have with what I know to be certain as a path we can reach in human existence through our own naive trust in love. I want to see happiness no more as an abstraction for us, but contend with the acknowledgment of inevitable death. I want to serenade in the ooze of primal nature where love exists and never return -- not even for a second.
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