After a slew of disappointments, I already know my place. How many disappointments do it take for one to realise what is to being a human? The idea of a "me" is a slippery slope. On one hand, we believe that "me" is the centre of the universe. Yet, the truth is, "me" is just a concept which fundamentally builds itself around a greater universe.
It is haunting to keep imaging where the universe stretches to.
It is equally haunting to imagine what would happen if there are no more living things once every earth-planets is destroyed via some cosmical events. Forever. Perpetual.
Hence, the concept of "me" is irrelevant, given the scale of things that surrounds us everyday and every second. The grandiose version of "me".
The funny thing is we tricked ourselves into thinking that we need to do something. Hence, self-centricity. We work hard to earn money and to use the money for our benefits. We need more money to appeal to our inner "me". To feed it. To glorify it. And to give it a sense of purpose.
We surround ourselves with peers and friends because we are all lonely. Very lonely in this vast emptiness of space. We believe the friendship can shield us from all the eventualities. Truth is, once we head back from a party, from a friend's house, from work, from school, we are but a lonely people trying again to find a sense of purpose in life.
Can our friends, with a different set of goals and experiences, really feel for us? Or do we seek solace in their listening ears?
Disappointments arise from "me" expecting a certain set of behaviors and reactions from "other mes", and yet, "me" got a totally different set of behaviors and reactions. In short, "other mes" did not met "me's" selfish expectations.
Frustrations. Irritations. All are how "me" show the world, what an unfair place this is.
How many disappointments do it take to make anyone realise that we are not that significant?
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