Studies on Humanity, Part I

All world's a stage
~Shakespeare

How do now about 8 billion people manage to exist each day again and again?
Maybe that's already the point
Existing, not living. Functioning, living up to expectations. And for what? So many broke souls, all in disguise driven by the fear to break apart even further. So many masks we all put on everyday again to play our role on stage of life. For the others- but mostly for ourselves. We are addicted to the applause. No one wants to be the fool, everyone the starring role.
1,2,3 -Action. 80 years of screen time, maybe longer, maybe shorter, who cares, it doesn't even matter. The glimpse of an eye and the audience misses your whole act.
Only the little kids are disturbing, they don't know their roles yet, and the insane, but we lock them away so they don't ruin our performance.
Maybe it's better like this. The masks keep the pieces of our souls together, so they won't crumble and fall on the ground. So that earth can continue spinning and the game can continue to be played and that no one destroys the scenery. Because you are better of not looking behind the pretty pictures, since the theatre is built from pretty life lies and ugly death truthes. And you would uncover the prompters, and they are really needed to keep the whole thing running. Speaking many languages, they still all just quote the same bubble of humankind over and over again, being love and hate, power and fear.
Some do believe there would be a director. They call him god. Some don't, but still the play goes on and on. The curtain never falls. You would have to ripp of the masks, but then the faces would fall as well. Somebody would have to care enough to put the pieces back together, one by one. But you cut yourself on them to easy. Or break them even more. And so we rather stay alone, disguised.
Until our act ends.

~People, what so you think about this essay / rant thing? Should I do more if this? (If yes, you are welcome to request a theme...) or should I better never annoy the Internet with my weird thoughts again? Please let me know! ~

Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: AzTruyen.Top