The Sad Reality of Life

There is no need for structure being that this is simple free expression that won't even be read. The sad reality of life is that it will go on but we as humans have used up our ticket and not much hope remains.

A new president, a world willing to revolt against it's own horrendous practices, and people ready for change means nothing at this point. We had our chance. We lost it. At this point it is up to us to make the most of the sad decline that is becoming my ever present reality. Time is fading. Not only for us as individuals, but for our children, and their children if they are unlucky enough to be brought into this world with hope as a possibility.

For each of us, anything is possible, but for the world of humanity as a whole, the downfall is rapidly progressing and reached the point of no return before I was even born. The sad reality is not one that most can take but it exists none the less. We, as a species, have made our run at life on this planet. We failed or maybe we lived too long, but either way, the most important thing is to just take a moment and find peace even if you only get one moment to feel it.

I've often wondered whether or not is easier to pretend than to be real. At this point, because of the path I have taken and the choices I have made, I no longer have the option of pretending. Sometimes I wish I could. I wish I could just let go of the sad reality that we are all headed for a point where no one will be left to tell our stories. The artist, regardless of their stated aspirations, yearns for eternal life. When no one is left to recognize that, all of our stories will die. Live it now. Do it now. There is not much time left. I'm sorry to say this but we need to focus on enjoying our moments while simoultaniously accepting the fact that doom is the only step left. It's over. Love while you still can and enjoy watching it burn.