Human beings have been deriding themselves by their unparalleled acceptance to inaction, albeit in a state of dubious oblivion. They have no regard to the universe at large. They have become the objects of their own compunction, only they are occupied with the contemptuous profligacy of life to an extent that they are making themselves unavailable to the occasion. Occasions that bosom in them the premise of life, occasions, those transcend the comprehension of a mortal with miraculous life inexperience. This lack of contempt to the inescapable maze of seemingly resourceful life, lack of reverence to the inanimate and wondrous enigma that lies outside the reaches of a whole life's mockery have rendered them unworthy of introspection.
It appears that, as children, humans always possessed the enthusiasm. Be as it may, this naive enthusiasm instead of manifesting itself into incorrigible and incessant prayer to finding answers, has made an ideological transgression into the realm of indifference. This world grips humans by a transparent layer of cognition. This layer of cognition transmogrifies into a bubble with all the humans inside it. Layer appeals the embrace of infinity for any individual inside it, the closer one gets to the perimeter of the bubble, the closer he is in finding the answers, farther one moves away form the perimeter towards the center, the farther he is from the mere transparent layer that juxtaposes conscience on the outer side of it to the oblivion on the inner side. Invariably every human tends to move closer to the center, conveniently aided by the slope of the bubble. The closer he moves towards the center, the more self sufficient he becomes, he pushes the knowledge of the existence of layer into the far confines of his mind where form he never intends to recollect it.
The closer one moves, the more he gets attracted to the center and to its resources. He finds himself obsessed to the capricious elements of human bonding the center offers him, he learns to relish in the abundance of adaptability or the lack of necessary friction into adaptation. He embraces groups, he endures society and its obligations, he consents reverence to ignominious faiths and beliefs. He loves and he finds himself loved. He attends to his fellow beings needs and thus accords to altruism in an attempt to gain an ultimate and an irrefutable consensus from all that are part of the society he adapted himself to. As if to vindicate his claims of altruism, he dignifies patriotism and is granted accolades for this feat. He seeks to augment his self esteem by the means of finding it in the eyes of his fellow human beings and drives himself on a roller coaster of propriety. His immediate necessity to be loved puts him in a sea of preparedness, where he anchors by his previously accomplished self esteem. But, this accomplished self esteem is not his to practice or perpetuate, it's a mere acceptance of adaptation and the certification that the society bestows him with. Consequently, the love he is looking for presents itself to him with just as much strength as his denuded self esteem. Esteem that is marked excessively by the want to retain it and the need to appease the society so as to accomplish the retaining factor. His false pride quenches his observance for vanity; his presence of mind to display the lack of virtues albeit in oblivion presents him in no position to be loved except by ones who are themselves a part of this adaptation.
“Love is the emotional expression that a person offers to the one he loves in response to the virtues the person being loved has built in both his character and person”.
Ironically, the renunciation of virtues and the contempt to the immediate gratification it brings in attempts made to achieve it or build it, leave no room to find true love. Individual with no individuality left plays safe and makes no attempt to renounce this false life to the life that awaits him at the far extremes of the bubble.
Few individuals have made the gallant effort of retract from this irrational state of existence near the center of the bubble. Many prefer death form strangulation of false virtues existent at the center as they are incapable of retract, thanks to the slope of the bubble rendering incapable men to embrace complacency.
It appears that, as children, humans always possessed the enthusiasm. Be as it may, this naive enthusiasm instead of manifesting itself into incorrigible and incessant prayer to finding answers, has made an ideological transgression into the realm of indifference. This world grips humans by a transparent layer of cognition. This layer of cognition transmogrifies into a bubble with all the humans inside it. Layer appeals the embrace of infinity for any individual inside it, the closer one gets to the perimeter of the bubble, the closer he is in finding the answers, farther one moves away form the perimeter towards the center, the farther he is from the mere transparent layer that juxtaposes conscience on the outer side of it to the oblivion on the inner side. Invariably every human tends to move closer to the center, conveniently aided by the slope of the bubble. The closer he moves towards the center, the more self sufficient he becomes, he pushes the knowledge of the existence of layer into the far confines of his mind where form he never intends to recollect it.
The closer one moves, the more he gets attracted to the center and to its resources. He finds himself obsessed to the capricious elements of human bonding the center offers him, he learns to relish in the abundance of adaptability or the lack of necessary friction into adaptation. He embraces groups, he endures society and its obligations, he consents reverence to ignominious faiths and beliefs. He loves and he finds himself loved. He attends to his fellow beings needs and thus accords to altruism in an attempt to gain an ultimate and an irrefutable consensus from all that are part of the society he adapted himself to. As if to vindicate his claims of altruism, he dignifies patriotism and is granted accolades for this feat. He seeks to augment his self esteem by the means of finding it in the eyes of his fellow human beings and drives himself on a roller coaster of propriety. His immediate necessity to be loved puts him in a sea of preparedness, where he anchors by his previously accomplished self esteem. But, this accomplished self esteem is not his to practice or perpetuate, it's a mere acceptance of adaptation and the certification that the society bestows him with. Consequently, the love he is looking for presents itself to him with just as much strength as his denuded self esteem. Esteem that is marked excessively by the want to retain it and the need to appease the society so as to accomplish the retaining factor. His false pride quenches his observance for vanity; his presence of mind to display the lack of virtues albeit in oblivion presents him in no position to be loved except by ones who are themselves a part of this adaptation.
“Love is the emotional expression that a person offers to the one he loves in response to the virtues the person being loved has built in both his character and person”.
Ironically, the renunciation of virtues and the contempt to the immediate gratification it brings in attempts made to achieve it or build it, leave no room to find true love. Individual with no individuality left plays safe and makes no attempt to renounce this false life to the life that awaits him at the far extremes of the bubble.
Few individuals have made the gallant effort of retract from this irrational state of existence near the center of the bubble. Many prefer death form strangulation of false virtues existent at the center as they are incapable of retract, thanks to the slope of the bubble rendering incapable men to embrace complacency.
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