Contemplation

Its been on my mind for quite some time now, and I hope I’d be relieved from it once I write in words. It is not one specific thing, but it is about the general feel of life, its progression and unfolding, and its forked fatalist pre-determinism and its volitional reflection onto the inclined mind.

At one’s discretion, life and the race that it organizes, is mostly uninvited and rarely cherished. That one, strictly speaking, is one that I am right now, wishing that “things” would just fall in place. This race that everybody is seemingly running for the rest of their lives is one that I have no interest in now, simply put.

This race is just too demanding, taking more than we’ll ever receive. It would imprison me for a lifetime, trying to catch up with those whom I only falsely believe to be ahead of me. I would end up falsely believe to have excelled, and the one thing that I would know for a fact is that I had been fooled by illusion of a life create and shaped by a vacuumed society that sells voided personalities as captivating relationship.

A race that devalued values, and sold good will for accounted favors. Where, commodity owned its possessor, luck has been hacked, and destiny is only a ticket back to sanity for the less fortunate.

I’m ditching the race, leaving the stands, in search for more stillness, and a more clement life.