The Dying Reason

I do not want to preach, I hate preaching. People who think others can’t think, preach. I do not want to talk about the chaotic decadence our modern society has hedonistically plunged itself into. No. Everyone has a death wish, it is always tempting to be standing on the edge of a cliff and wanting to make that jump or to be standing in the middle of the ocean and wondering what’s it's like inside the blue, how far deep is it?

But somewhere along the course of glorious human history, as our numbers exploded, the ordeal of daily life became about doing the easy thing than the right one. Parents could no longer discipline their children because that was not responsible parenting. And children found it easier to use adults for their whims and fancies and then discard them during adolescence and their college lives. Oh wait, what happens after college — you realize only your mom cares for you, that only she will listen to all the trivialities of your mundane life? Well, yes, that happens. And then you are using your parents again, exploiting their selfish gene to add meaning to your worthless existence.

Somewhere after multiple heartbreaks, broken windows and shattered dreams it seemed easy to keep your eyes closed and hear her moan than to look into hers and know that they weren’t the shade of black your heart ached for. Somewhere after those multiple subway rides it became easier to ignore the beggar…