Literature
Instead of Answers, Look for Questions
Life is neither fair nor unfair.
It’s not the kind of thing “fairness” applies to.
That would imply something, someone, anything were in charge,
That there’s some kind of system or order to it all.
No.
Life simply is.
Sometimes the good die young.
Sometimes evil prevails.
And sometimes, maybe most times, things happen without a reason.
They simply are.
We create meaning from suffering to give voice to our pain.
There isn’t a thing of more terror than voiceless agony.
So we believe in things like fate or destiny or God or karma
To comfort ourselves like blankets and baubles to children.
In the end, the anguish of a billion souls screams like
Whispers in the infinite silence of the void.
In the end, the torment of a billion lives shrieks like
Shallow breaths in God’s ears.
No one is listening.
No one is out there.
It’s just us.
Whether you waste away in apathy,
Or you shine on with all time’s glory,
You cease just the same.
All that you are,
All that you’ve done,
One day,
Shall be no
