April 14th, 26

Life itself is sad on its own way, by nature. Everyone of us knows that loneliness and can feel others experiencing it, when carefully observing them. It’s realizing you’re a being that didn’t even get asked if you ever wanted to be alive but gets anyway lost in this planet, all alone, chasing what they call life, trying to survive, while knowing that everything can stop, vanish, at any time. It’s realizing that even collectively, we are so alone, lost in the middle of the cold space, in a fragilely balanced speck of dust. That desolation is so unbelievable for us that we mechanically try to fill the void, superficially and often ephemerally, with fake meanings or escape from it or even deny it. That includes everything in the spectrum from religion, sex and drugs, work, family and friends, confrontation and war… Sitting there with that realization, and all its implication would lead to catatonia, a state of physical and mental paralysis, making anything meaningless.

As a mercurial traveler, sometimes courageous, I seasonally switch between denial, ignorance, fighting against the frustration and vain effort of trying to fill the void, and surrendering, agreement, acknowledgment and simply, acceptation of the ridiculous nature of life as it is the converse of the beauty of life, necessary for balance. I live each season, fully.