Grim Outcomes
#13 of Short Stories/ Personal work
Not really a story, per say, but more of me venting through my creative writing. With a lot of things stressing me out from many different directions, it's sort of left me thinking about things too much.
Please, I don't want anyone to think anything is wrong, I'm using my writing as an outlet to vent this for myself. The innards of my mind aren't always pretty.
**Every day, it gets darker.
Every day, it becomes harder to focus.
Every day, the motivation to get up in the morning eludes me.
Every day, I question why I exist.
I participate in a society that I feel isolated from. Detached in such a way that I see the inevitable end that is bound to come. But nothing changes. Nothing ever does changes. Greed, power, energy, money, all these things that the powers that be control and decide for. I will never attain such a thing, not because the path for me does not exist, but the path will corrupt me and make me as fowl as the ones I cannot stand no longer.
Death, disparity, poverty, anguish, all these things I see people go through that shouldn't. So many people that could make a change but do not. A world that can be changed, saved even, but nothing happens. Change requires just that, change. But those who control the means for the rest of this world will never do such a thing. Any loss of their power over others will not be compromised.
Society suffers. It fights with itself. Plagued to fight a futile game with itself that has no winner. It has worn people so badly that the feeling of any accomplishment is simply to escape the reality that they will never change. I know what could be done, but do not speak for those in the shadows are watching. I do not act because those that are out of reach will soon come for me.
Demotivated, desensitized and any hope for a future worth having escapes me. Happiness comes from fictional worlds, whether from a book, a screen or even my own mind. I try to escape, but it is always limited. Death is always an option but the fear of eternal darkness is far too much for me to face at all.
Every day I am reminded of how nothing will change.
Every day I am reminded why my life is meaningless.
Every day I am reminded our time as a dominant species is coming to an end.
Every day I want it all to simply end.
An ending with peace, silence and eternal rest.**