“…And so my life is, “ The causal voice on a park bench explains. “waking up to grey skies framed by white walls, bland furniture and the same obnoxious alarm clock. You come with dreams and all talk of purpose and place, when really you are just as empty and lost as any one. So go look for adventure, dive into art, and I promise you that you’ll find in the end the same white walls and blank sky, only with a larger ego and a bloated sense of pride. You are nothing, just like the rest of us. So why would you go out of your way to find some more disappointment and the emptiness that is inherent in everyone-the fact that we are primal, self-serving beasts.
“Why, if you know the starting line is the same as the finish line, run the lap? Perception is a joke, when we are all blind beggars, groping around for a light switch. Even if we manage to find it our broken eyes will still be in the dark. So, why not just give up now, you’ve been dying since you’ve been born. “
Second voice on any park bench, “I’m bored! I’m fed up with the bullshit routine, and window metaphor. I don’t give a fuck if the damn light switch will give me something I can’t see, I’ll flick it till it breaks and find a new one. What else am I suppose to do? Just sit in the dark and wait as I starve my life away? I don’t care if I break every bone in my body trying to break down the door that will just lead to another room. I’ll kick over all the furniture. I’ll make my own meaning, and yeah I’ll brag about how many fucking circles I’ve run around a track for no reason except the human fact that I can. So laugh, go laugh away at trivialness and frivolity of it all, but I won’t fall into domestic complacency with the inevitable.”
“No one will remember you. No one is impressed, just mad that you shove it all in their faces, reminding them all comically how pointless it all is. I pity you and your effort. You are not special, not better, you are nothing, just like the rest of us , bidding our time until we’re hijacked from everything that we ever worked for or cared about. Your sandcastle will just be flattened and look just the same as everyone else’s no matter how detailed and big it its-soon it will be flat. So, yes, I’ll keep laughing at you, like all the others will. “
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