The Importance of Suffering

Its all a facade, the world is a pointless place of suffering, that dehumanizes us with each passing day. There is purity though, purity in birth and in death. Everything in between is just a pointless exercise, embellishments on the facade, for it is distressingly dulcet in the nude.

We surround ourselves with pleasures of some kind or the other, the beggars on the street take the 10 bucks they would have earned in an afternoon to buy smack or(and?) to feed their painful hunger, people surround themselves with music, with friends, with alcohol, food, love, sex all to just ease the pain of this suffering, to silence the voices in the head, put up walls to leave this excruciating "feeling" outside, to create a illusion of life !

I wonder if you choose your illusion of if your illusion chooses you, I wish I knew who I was before I was born, I`m no different from you are or from the slum-dweller or the CEO, we`re all just prisoners of different illusions, flying free in our own cages. We lie to ourselves and to each other everyday, putting up our own masks to appease the cast iron bars of   laws,   morals, ethics that we surround us with to keep ourselves safe. We turn to fast food spiritualism to find answers when we are just intimidated or slothful to look ourselves, corroding ourselves from within, feeling enlightened while doing so. We turn to love, the mother of all illusions, a kin to pain, agony and blind belief to shed some darkness into the light.        

But this is it, naked in its truest sense, the epitome of all knowledge : life is suffering, it is the exquisite, noxious, sweet poison of a symphonic slow painful death while we try to save ourselves from the inevitable, jumping from spiderweb to spiderweb seeking immortality. Suffering is the only true passion, for it binds us all, for the truth is we will all die alone.