Each Second Is The Last

The greatest illusion of the world is Life feels forever. Every second feels like a minute, every minute feels hour, and every hour feels ages, and every road feels eternal. As we bask in the glory of our own hubris; we slowly distance ourselves from the sand that is fleeting from our naked feet.

The rule of this life is each second is the last. You might not feel the incredible weight of a second now, but you will break your knees weighing it later in your life. The worth of a second can only be valued, after death. It is like getting shot with a bullet made of diamond right in the heart, as you once thought the second to be worthless, but now you will cut off your limbs to have it back, again for a second.

What do I see — 

When I look at the large everlasting sky, I see a giant skeleton with a black thread covering his entire body surrounded by dark clouds. The only thing that is seen are the skulls and fingers. Each finger has long strings coming out of it, each one of these strings are connected to a person somewhere in the world. When I was a child, I was told good nature will bring happiness with no consequences. Everyone I knew followed the texts hoping their string would not get pulled off. Fear binds them to the lord’s above, mortality can be a pain in the heart that wants to live forever.

I believe the text is written by the fingers that hold the strings of our soul. It feels like a sick joke. Why would death give any rational answer to a question it asked? Life relies on randomness, the skull pulls the string and the soul disappears in an instant, never to be seen anymore in this world. The cruel thing about this entire scenery is, the skull doesn’t care about the good deeds or bad. It only cares about pulling the string.

You don’t see this giant hooded skull until you hear it. When it pulls the lives away from people, the pain will echo all around you. Even if you crawl back into your mother’s womb, it won’t be safe from the noise. The noise is the person you love suffering beyond your wildest imagination. When the noise finally goes silent, it follows with an oppressive sound of nothingness. The air gets heavier, there is a sense of static to people’s words that you will begin to feel and hear.

What we are inside — 

The mouth that claims to speak for the god will tell you to keep following faith to get spared from eternal damnation. The fear gets into the hearts of many, as I see people from all walks of life kneeling down to the higher power, hoping they will get spared from the clutches of the skull. Again it doesn’t make any sense, since death is the name of the day, hour, second, why would it create an option for us?

Another question that forms in my mind, why us? What have we done so right in our life that we deserve a longer lifespan?

We are humans, we tell each other to be good and kind as God wants us to be. But we are not, not by a long shot who we tell ourselves in front of the lord. We hope our carousel spins another round, that’s the only thing we care about in the world. The act of selfishness is rooted in our veins because we are humans.

We celebrate God, we believe everything that we see with our own eyes is a part of God’s creation and we tell ourselves to respect them. But we don’t. We eat the animal, a god’s creation, violate their corpse, burn it, feed it, and enjoy it. The animal can’t talk, can’t express tears, can’t scream or yell, can’t even tell you about its children. We see ourselves superior to them, so we eat them without worrying about consequences or any sort of regret in our heart for doing the act of killing another god’s creature.

We devour the animals, leaving a blood trail behind us, with the same bloody hands we pray to god to not to bring any harm to the family. We scream at the world for not being fair as we yell at the clouds of why God treated them wrong. We question the judgment of god and the treatment for our moral soul; not even for a brief second thinking about the treatment we enforce on subspecies.

Not realizing, we are animals to somebody. Violence doesn’t spawn in one place, it tickles down from above. As the father yells at the mother, and the mother yells at the child. We treat those who are beneath us with the label of animal and eat them without any regret, and we are hypocritical enough to ask for safety from God for just living.

I think the world -

I think the skull or death knows who we are, we are humans after all. So as a joke it created faith or the existence of god to mock us for our fear. We all know deep down death always wins but to keep the facade we believe in something doesn’t exist. I truly believe it is the skull that whispered into the ears of man, it created god to create a false illusion of safety so our death becomes a subject of amusement.

If existence creates life, why would it want to end and why would they make their creation filled with sins or violence or any sort of evil. But a body with a rotten heart certainly goes to the extreme to find demented pleasure, like wheat in the field where we begin our journey in the world. Looking up, hoping to reach the sky, but we forget to pay attention to what’s at our back. Then the scythe hits and we end up falling on the same ground we spawned, never to be rise again.

I view the world as it is filled with candles, all sorts of candles, but none of them are brighter enough to grab the attention of the power above. As we are worse than animals. The limitation of animals can be blamed on their lack of brain, but human beings having superior knowledge still behave like animals. because we are no better than animals, even having knowledge and compassion. We eat the weak, surrender to power.

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