The Human Existence

There are too many conversations going on and on about nothing. Nothing is shared, nothing is experienced, no one is listening. Our language has become so complicated that simply sharing from the heart and connecting is arduous. The workplace, the coffee shops, the social media communities - everyone is talking in such descriptions and filters that original thoughts have been suffocated. In our greatest attempts at relating to one another, great riddles are formed. Sharing about a problem with a neighbour's pet becomes a discussion about judgement and categorization more than an honest sharing of fact and feeling. We describe the situation through our own story we have created. "Our neighbour must be plotting against us. He must be sitting and stewing about how to aggravate his pet to cause a scene." We talk about people by the categories they fit. "My neighbour is a leftist, anorexic, free-loading, savage." But what we do not do is open ourselves to simply connecting with people. There is always a story to be created, a judgement to be cast, a box to fit everything in to, a way to create 'us' versus 'them'.

This is the state of mankind. So deeply lost, trying to carve out a path and belong to an 'us' so they can curse a 'them'. The human experience has been traded for a meagre existence.