That’s all it ever really is. There may be those fleeting moments when you look up and have some small glimpse of the thought that things may be going your way, and then you are quickly dragged back down and once again look into the deep waters of death and despair, and what’s so wrong with that? Why is it so wrong to look to death with hope once you have realized that there is no real hope in life? It is the foolish ones who criticize those who meditate on death. They are the ones who have it all wrong. If they only saw that everything that is ever done is completely pointless, then they could understand the need for an escape. All that we do is empty. Even when you think you are doing something good and important, you later find out that it meant nothing to anyone else, and only then can a person see that there is no reason to try, and yet we keep going. We push ourselves with some small hope of a change, as though all the wicked truths that we believe in will just disappear and there will be something good left to hold onto. It will never happen, but there will always be that hope, somehow, even for me. |
