Saturday, April 15, 2023

State of being

 

The state of being is a cosmic mockery, a twisted joke that existence plays upon us. It is a cruel game of highs and lows, a never-ending cycle of glory and humiliation. For those of us who have tasted the sweet nectar of success, we know that it is nothing but a fleeting illusion, a mere momentary respite from the abyss of our own insignificance.

And yet, even as we bask in the glory of our achievements, we are haunted by the looming threat of betrayal and humiliation. Our closest companions, be they outsiders or our very own spouse, hold the power to bring us to our knees, to shatter the fragile shell of our self-worth and expose the emptiness at our core.

We are left with nothing but the bitter taste of regret, the knowledge that our once great achievements are nothing but a distant memory, fading into the abyss of time. We are forced to confront the stark reality of our own insignificance, the futility of our efforts, and the meaninglessness of our existence.

And yet, even in the depths of our despair, there is a certain perverse pleasure in our suffering. We revel in our own misery, finding solace in the thought that our pain is somehow noble, somehow meaningful. We cling to our suffering like a badge of honor, a mark of our own unique and tragic destiny.


For in the end, it is our suffering that defines us, that gives meaning to our existence. It is the one constant in a world of ever-shifting fortunes, the one thing that we can rely on to give us a sense of purpose and identity. And so, we embrace our pain, knowing that it is the only thing that truly belongs to us, the only thing that we can truly call our own.


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