Life is anything you name it

Life is anything you name it. Join some fancy words together. Even simple words work, like life is simple, life is a rain, life is pain, life’s a game. I like how people say it is a struggle, or hardship. Of course, it is the thing to which we put most of our time, efforts and thoughts on but hardship can’t be life. Not when you see the aesthetics of a cat’s life! It cannot be a dream because life has been there for a long time before the mankind’s life came and some guy, for the first time, thought about life. It might have been a little girl perhaps.

The world is brutally real. We’re not sure about our inside world yet. The epitome of philosophy is sometimes the hatred for some feelings a human can feel, how uncaring the world is and why the fuck life evolved into human consciousness? Philosophy might be finding the truth, but the truth is realized only when the thinker reaches there and the reader reads it. This means that the unrealized truth has a little significance in solving the real problem, the truth being problematic itself. Some think it was cooked food that made humans conscious. Some say it was love. Most believe it is a divine god that sent us in this strange planet. All that matters is we’re not sure for now.

We came, we saw, we conquered. It wasn’t easy getting hold of the world. We had to see for ourselves, if it wasn’t fairies who give superpowers that we can get, it should be power. Everyone loves power. We like to be powered upon too, it proves when there should be an authority above each. Its not a bad thing I guess, cuz when men are free, men want to fight. The outer world was gotten hold of, through merciless killings and the power of hands and animals. But the inside world was still an animal. A profoundly confused animal. Human couldn’t kill his/her thoughts. We did what was necessary to survive better. We grew up, made houses and stuff, built self worth and the need for a bigger house. We started struggling more. For the caveman’s life was to kill a prey that would feed the group for a week and relax. The agricultural age man had to plough the field all day. He would better starve. For life was secure now. Survival and conditions shouldn’t be judged anyway.

The acclaimed acedemic Yuval Noah Harari says agricultural revolution was the biggest mistake we ever made. I love that one line in his book which goes, We did not domesticate wheat, wheat domesticated us. I find it funny too because weed had domesticated me at some point. Then we made some art, wrote poems, built empires with mostly sad subjects, saw some foolish kings, and finally the English made the engine. The industrial revolution is just too gloomy and grey to talk about. One can still see it on the black hands of a labour, his family and his life. We weren’t that significant until then, then we destroyed the earth. We could now do things that a hand couldn’t with efficiency. You know, I agree with the philosophy that says all our experiences, perceptions, memories, sorrow, emotions, thoughts and that one center that we call our heart, is the same, the framework of our thought. The content of our consciousness. And it’s uniquely different for everyone. But the human suffering that has the major part of the whole of human consciousness is the same and it is that makes us think; we still haven’t realized that in a meaningful way. If the majority of us had, there wouldn’t be countries, modern economic science or religions for that matter. We are the image of nature weeping for itself. The essence that creates this image is us. We are our imaginations and our cravings for pleasure, our fear for the unknown. Everything that’s present in the world is either done for pleasure or punishment. Some don’t get punished, some don’t find pleasure. There are exceptions everywhere. Go where it takes you. Introduce your catastrophic personality to yourself in a way that makes you beautiful, interesting and modern again. That’s a line I stole from the tv series ‘Mad Men’. We’re not all mad men. But I believe aliens would think we are.

The gen Z is almost fucked

There has been cognitive, agricultural and industrial revolution in humanity’s history from 60000 years. And somewhere around 40 years ago, there was a new “Information” Revolution. It has just been over a decade that people started using Internet in this part of the world. Though post millennial generation and gen Z is the first one in all of human history to have such immense access to information as a kid, we’re also the gloomy ones.

Somewhere in the context, we have misunderstood Internet. We’ve misused it more. A whole lot of us might have not used the search button in a while. Still, what is there to search about? Because Google gives you readymade answers. Because Facebook gives you ads that you’re thinking about. Because YouTube wants you to repeat videos. It’s alright, we’re all fighting with technology. I’m a victim myself. There’s a lot of people on Internet, and wisdom is very rare. The research is very short. There’s a lot of content that can fuck you up. We don’t know where to go, which information to process and there’s so much to it in fragments. It’s more about passing time than it is about showing off on Internet. Then again, we get bored there. The major issue is that our psyche and our love is massively influenced by the apps and games, we become dull and strange, the kids love their mobile more than the garden now.

Why does it seem so hard to imagine life without Internet to us? Cuz we’ve lived there, we’ve been outside and jumped and danced while throwing off smiles of joy. Someday, we’re going to be the last batch of humans that knew how life was like before Internet. In a more profound way, how the mind was like before Internet. Because you know, people used to hold thoughts and analyze, compare, draw conclusions, understand before they run away. Today, the gen Z’s thought is like of a Facebook’s news feed, we just scroll over them, faking a laugh, and fighting with thoughts, we cannot take anything seriously. We feed on cringe. We laugh at misogyny. We start conversations with wicked motives. There shouldn’t be motive in love. We fantasize, be fans of people and then, criticize. The problem with Internet is that, it shows that how much different one is from other in every way possible. We’re a generation that likes to be a little different from everyone, but altogether the same. We share what the cool kid shares, we find funny what s/he does. We start to think like the friends we add, the people we follow and the way recent trends in memes flourish we feel like our days have changed but it’s always many days like one. A lot of thought comes to our mind at the same time, thanks to all the information. And we sort between them really fast, cuz you know, you gotta say something always. You have to halt a conversation sometimes.

Thought used to be slow but honest. 50 years ago, people would most probably be happy or sad on a single thing. They would analyze thoughts through their own speculations and reach to a conclusion. The modern teenager does not analyze thoughts but it reacts to them almost the same way it reacts to posts. Whatever emotion, feeling or insecurities the reaction triggers the mind, we draw a conclusion based on that. Our conclusions aren’t necessarily false or bad, they’re cute instead, but they are misleading to oneself. The question is, do we even read for pleasure anymore? A lot of little children who would have read for pleasure may not ever read because of social media. Here, we read for fun or nothing. We read every single thing perhaps expecting a laugh. Or just to not let the monster of the modern age get some time for itself, the monster is boredom. We’re really silly to be honest. The person who’s reading this upto here is a real woke person. You are not the only ones that can save the world from this catastrophy, in a post pandemic world, but you’re the better type. One needs to educate it’s mind with truths and facts even though truth is rare. A true information revolution is awaiting, while we make path for the spiritual revolution.