The Melancholy of Existence

 And then... 

There must be something missing - a void - for it is necessary. The melancholy of man can't be described by someone who has fulfilled all his desires. The grief, the emptiness, the bleakness is nothing but an artist's perspective.

All those great artists, the world has ever produced, had to go through something ineffable. What if there was no pain? What if there was no grief? What if there was no sadness? Don't you think how empty the world could have been? 

The darkness of life makes a man ponder over everything. I know, I know it is absurd, I know life has no meaning, everything is meaningless, there is no purpose of life and we are lost because we are trying to make sense of everything, when there is nothing but an infinite despair.

Every decision is a decision against something else. You step into the shoes of rebellion and leave the conformist behaviour. But, then again, what is the point? Be a rebel, be a conformist, but for what? For whom? I don't want to go into why; for the world belongs to ignorance. The more a person is ignorant, the happier he will be.

We don't know anything, yet we know everything and it is the hardest part. We try to ignore things we know and stick to something we don't know. So that, there could be a meaning - a purpose, a goal. 

I don't know but the days are heavy, the nights are cruel, the emotions are weary, and the feelings have vanished, for there is no cure for the unknown. For there is no solution for the things we don't talk about. 

But how can we talk about something, we don't know? 

Life is random. It gives you opportunities and options but you've to pay the price for it. Only if we could travel to the future, to weigh both the options, to see where they'd lead us, to know which path to follow. But it doesn't work that way. 

We have to decide and then live with the choices we make. Whether a regret or a contentment. You have to decide and some decisions can transform your life within seconds but you are not brave enough to make that decision. 

Man is born free and everywhere he is in chains, yes he is. Entangled in some invisible chains, trying to make himself free, thinking he could achieve liberty, thinking he is the master of his destiny, his fate but naah.

He has to think a hundred times. The fear of being judged, the fear of the price, the fear of the things he'd be sacrificing, and the cycle repeats and repeats and repeats until he is gone. 

Life is full of surprises, you wanted something so bad, and now you get it from someone you'd least expected from. And now you're into a fix, thinking about which path to follow, both contain pros and cons. 

The price for one path is another. And you can't decide and you can't discuss. 

How lonely a man is! How afraid a man can be! 

And suddenly you wake up someday and think you could have made a better choice at that time. Suddenly everything is murky. Suddenly your world has gone upside down. Suddenly you are not the same person anymore. 

But now you can't do anything. All you are left with is regret, sadness, grief, miserable life. 

It doesn't matter which path you should have taken, the result would have been the same - regret, grief, unhappiness. 

And they say to let go of expectations. Is it easy? I don't think so. Hope- a cruel word and a dangerous emotion in a man's life. 

Not hoping for something but still hoping. Isn't it strange? Isn't it just weird? 

Not knowing where to go, not knowing which path to follow, not knowing anything still making yourself distracted by things you think would lead you to a better life. 

Happiness is a myth. We all are glitches in the matrix - no logical explanation for our existence. Just a compulsion. Hoping for some superheroes to save us, but we don't wanna be saved. We just want to stop existing...

Each morning, waking up just to repeat the same day over and over again. Some days, full of joy, often, just mental breakdowns. 

Can't we just appeal for a mercy killing?