Existence Fuel
Sometimes you get sick of all of the prefabricated associations, and it becomes difficult to take things seriously. Even worse, things can become downright repugnant, and by things I mean, pretty much, the act of existing. There are times when such a feat seems unnecessary, unfulfilling, pointless, painful, and ultimately in vain when you consider the unavoidable descent into the abyss. But then there’s also hope, a very powerful and potent thing indeed, with just a few hints of hope, as trite as it may sound, there opens up magnificent doorways – they could be illusions, delusions, disguises, or sleight of hand, but we allow ourselves to buy in so that we can keep the momentum going. Hope fuels existence, at least for us cognizant ones, unmatched on this planet in our desire to learn, and explore, and contribute to the overall mass of information that our species has so nobly collected, and set on a course who’s end we have only recently begun to have the vaguest notion of.
