Nightmare Ride

It’s a nightmare and it’s a ride, absurd right? Born to live, live to die. Brought into a struggle we didn’t consciously opt for. Education, employment, finances, marriage, maternity ward, useless Parent-Teacher meetings (where the child is categorically informed how big of a mistake they have committed by being born), convocations, cancer ward and then death. Pardon my French, but what in the goddamn hell is even going on here? What an aimless existence, earning money to buy stuff that we don’t even need to impress people who are never impressed by anyone anyways. We are brainless, loveless creatures. Isn’t that just sad?

10th, 12th, Graduation, Employment, Grand Wedding, death. That’s the good life package, want it? Bukowski lived, Ayn Rand lived, we just exist for some apparent reason. Clouds of consciousness wade in our sub-conscious lives and that scares the living daylights out of us, for we are scared and petty creatures. We are never allowed the daily joys of life, for there is always some bigger goal out there left to be fulfilled. There’s always something, always a goalpost. Teachers would makes us stand with our heads to the wall for having too much fun, yep, that’s life. Try laughing at a stranger on the street, they’ll either make you out to be insane or rude, or both. Leave that, try smiling at your parents, you know, just like that. Their first question will be “what’s wrong with you?” Now that’s what I call a goddamn NIGHTMARE. A world where simply laughing your heart out is a sign or impoliteness or insanity.

Everyone is aware that they’re living despicable lives. Money whores. But we get up every day, pump our fists and beat our chests and set out to earn even more, what is this behavior? Giving birth knowing fully well that life is nothing but misery, because you didn’t have anything better to do. WAKE UP!