I see people. People around me. I see people who live.
They live their senseless lives throughout the endless emptiness as if there was a pot of sparkling gold to be reached at the end of the road.
They make their journeys: they're born, then they're children and they're "happy". They play, they do stupid things and yet they don't actually do a thing.
They grow up. They overcome adolescence through all the shit of its graceless age and become adults. And then they're expected to be good at something, but they rarely are. As grown ups they work, they're “clever”, they do stupid things. They spend years dedicating to work, to make money, and it ends up it was someone else's money they were making.
They're expected to achieve wealth, and they do. But it's someone else's wealth.
They get married, they have kids, they love their kids. And they have to work and make money, because their wives need new shoes, and their children need to go to a good school. The best school.
So they go, they spend hours, days, months working to feed their kids, but do they ever see them? Do they even know them, or that the daughter has a new boyfriend, or that the son has one as well? They don't.
What about their health? The doctors say it's perfect, thanks, now go back to work. And do they do. And the years go by... but when they less expect they're old. The health's gone. So they believe all the money they've made can finally be spend and that they can finally rest. And they do! They are laid to rest in a hospital bed, which is paid with that money. They cough, they bleed, and they do stupid things.
And then they look back at their lives, the days spent in the sun while they were walking a crowded avenue, or being squished like rotten potatoes when trying to stand straight in the crowded suffocating train, after a day at work, while others, the people to whom they made money for, drive their big imported cars with leather seats and cool air conditioners... They think of their wives, their kids, their houses and all the sacrifices. “What for?” they wonder. They recall the things they did, and they did stupid things. And... where's it all going now? They don't know.
Yes, they lived. And in the end they all end up dying, when they've made their journeys through, when they have fulfilled the cycle, even though they've never found what for.
Me, I see people. And I see how they do stupid things. And I know I'm not different. And neither are you.
Do you think you're special? Well, you're not fucking special. Neither am I.
We all live and do stupid things, and you know what? In the end we're all going to die, just like they do. What for? I got no bloody idea. Neither do they. But I do know we're all gonna keep living on and doing stupid things. People suck, they will always do, and there's nothing we can do about it.
We just... live. Just like they do. Is there any other option? Well, I don't think so. But let's not panic! It'll all end one day anyway.
