Is it really worth it?
Everything seems so perfect through the eyes, but imperfect in the brain. Maybe its the perfection that is in reality boring, while the inconsistency is what keeps us alive in spirit and functionality. Its like being a great player in a game that lacks the fun it once had.
Maybe it’s just the group togetherness that is being loss as one finds himself, or maybe it’s the rest of the group that are losing themselves. Maybe it’s not even the group that matters, but instead the collective couple - Is the feeling really mutual?
Is the virtual game becoming more clear than the game of self determination? If not, why is the “necessities of fun” only possible with a sturdy foundation of funds while the fake and ever-changing is nearly free, but just as fulfilling.
Living in the setting of influences is hard. Acquaintances near and far falling under the influence seemed impossible only a short while ago. The most hard hitting are those who talked so outwardly against it, yet were still crushed under the massive boulder of peer pressure. Is it because they create the inconsistency we thrive to feel as a society? Do we feel the urge to practice harmful ideals just to feel alive again? Whether it be related to street drugs, the acts of conception (safe or unprepared), or even the strict personal hate for the quest of knowledge, we must still ask - Is it really worth it?
What do we lose if we try? We can lose a lot. We can get a lot.
Why do we let ourselves be discontent or even just content. Why don’t we allow ourselves to be happy, though it may be at the cost of someone another’s happiness.
In reality, what is it all about. When the world turns upside-down such as has occurred with recent natural hazards, who is really there to protect our well being and what is there to protect our physical being. Is it important to care about everyone. Who cares, if you want to die then feel free…
I care…
Because it is worth it. The game we play is just a peak necessary to overcome. Although “resistance seems futile” I still resist. Falling to peer pressure is falling nonetheless. A metaphorical peak has no ground - you can always grab hold and rejoin the efforts to climb.
I don’t think we understand yet, but I absolutely am scared to experience the real understanding. It is coming ever-so-quickly and when it does I won’t be ready, but that’s the inconsistency we should thrive for.
