The Human Condition
I find it very interesting, how we define ourselves.
Whether that is in the friendships that we have forged, or the children that we have, quite literally created.
Is it in the emotions that we feel? The tears we cry?
Or the very air, that appears to exist here, to support our very lives?
For when you break it all down, to it's very core. It is all an empty fallacy, which we have created.
We define ourselves, because we do not need a definition.
Humanity, similar to every other living organism, is no more than a set of chemical reactions and biological mutations which we label as growth.
So why do we feel that it must be more than this?
Why do we feel the need to generate and believe in some innate purpose to our existence?
Why is the existing itself not enough?
Society adds its own constraints, expectations of grandeur when we ask our children what they 'want to become'.
An obedience to the norm, when we define our disorders and psychological abnormalities.
A loyalty to one another and our species when we encourage each other to be 'nice' and 'caring'.
We teach our children, the very same thing that we have been taught. That the right path is that which encompasses education, creation, achievement, some higher form of enlightenment.
We teach that diplomas and degrees define the person.
That the brick and mortar structures which surround us, define our very purpose.
That the more perfect your reflection, your diction, your nutrition, the more accomplished you are.
The more perfect the person is.
We create the idea of perfection only to destroy the concept of happiness.
Happiness, a chemical reaction that we crave, in itself is innate. Until we add the social constraints that cause us to reflect upon it's 'realness', and in doing so, we destroy it's validity.
We look to one another as though we have a higher enlightenment than the creatures around us, a higher, better, more fulfilling state of being. And in placing our species on such a pedestal, we teach our children that they will never climb that high, or be able to stand that tall.
And then we question ourselves, pulling the accomplishments we strove for down to our feet, we trample them, outwardly and inwardly, whilst still searching for the perfection that we destroyed when we started searching.
Whether that is in the friendships that we have forged, or the children that we have, quite literally created.
Is it in the emotions that we feel? The tears we cry?
Or the very air, that appears to exist here, to support our very lives?
For when you break it all down, to it's very core. It is all an empty fallacy, which we have created.
We define ourselves, because we do not need a definition.
Humanity, similar to every other living organism, is no more than a set of chemical reactions and biological mutations which we label as growth.
So why do we feel that it must be more than this?
Why do we feel the need to generate and believe in some innate purpose to our existence?
Why is the existing itself not enough?
Society adds its own constraints, expectations of grandeur when we ask our children what they 'want to become'.
An obedience to the norm, when we define our disorders and psychological abnormalities.
A loyalty to one another and our species when we encourage each other to be 'nice' and 'caring'.
We teach our children, the very same thing that we have been taught. That the right path is that which encompasses education, creation, achievement, some higher form of enlightenment.
We teach that diplomas and degrees define the person.
That the brick and mortar structures which surround us, define our very purpose.
That the more perfect your reflection, your diction, your nutrition, the more accomplished you are.
The more perfect the person is.
We create the idea of perfection only to destroy the concept of happiness.
Happiness, a chemical reaction that we crave, in itself is innate. Until we add the social constraints that cause us to reflect upon it's 'realness', and in doing so, we destroy it's validity.
We look to one another as though we have a higher enlightenment than the creatures around us, a higher, better, more fulfilling state of being. And in placing our species on such a pedestal, we teach our children that they will never climb that high, or be able to stand that tall.
And then we question ourselves, pulling the accomplishments we strove for down to our feet, we trample them, outwardly and inwardly, whilst still searching for the perfection that we destroyed when we started searching.