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ای کوه تو فریاد من امروز شنیدی
دردیست در این سینه که همزاد جهان است
از داد و وداع آن همه گفتند و نکردند
یا رب چقدَر فاصله دست و زبان است
خون میرود از دیده در این کنج صبوری
این صبر که من میکنم افشردن جان است
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We have all tasted that feeling… when you’re alone and you’re cold inside; when the world is frakking you up left and right; when life is just one tortured moment after another; when people you love don’t love you back; when things you want just slip out of your hands; when each breath comes only as an obligation; when you’re full of despair, not just for yourself, but for the human kind and this tiny planet; when blood and fire and war and hate is all that goes around and comes around; when days are dark and nights are stifling; when ice is the only remnant of justice and nothing remains of fair; when happy endings are only in stories like Hamlet or Romeo and Juliet…
The human condition is so full of pain and misery that it’s almost ridiculous that people still hold on to hope.
The interesting feature about everybody’s darkness and despair is that they think it’s their pain and theirs alone and they alone have to bear this unbelievably unbearable burden of excruciation exasperation. Take a good look around you, people! Everybody has problems! Everybody is in pain all the time, except those who are too stupid or too wise to be reigned by it.
Anyways, when you think about it, you realize that there’s nothing special about your pain, and you are just like everyone else. We are all on a Gaussian bell curve of misery and heartache and those out of the 6-sigma domain are far too busy with either joy or misery to notice where they are.
When you think about it, none of us are unique in our sadness and despair. In fact, hardly any of us are unique in any meaningful way, least of all in our thinking. The saddest part of the human existence, the way I see it, is the 500 channels of the same shit on the TV, the loads of crap on the Internet, the tons of dung in the cinema, music and books. It’s mediocrity that is our biggest misery. It’s the 7 billion soulless bodies on this planet, all either trying to feed themselves, or trying to kill each other or (the saddest of them all) trying to look and act like each other.
So don’t be sad you puny worm-food bodies, and don’t be happy. You may think that your burden is the size of a mountain but it’s not. You are just another worthless droplet in this putrid sea of mediocrity. Smoke that in a pipe!
I’ve been rambling on for more than 420 words, and while I’m sure there is a point to be made, I don’t think I’ll be the one to make it tonight.
