Empty

If there is one thing I know I learned from this World, it’s that we’re always trying to see ourselves through the eyes of someone else. Everything about us is defined by someone else’s mindset. And as much as we want to pretend like it doesn’t faze us, it still does and denying it doesn’t make it any less true. But why is it that other’s opinion is so damn important to every last one of us? Why do we feel the need to categorize every thing and everyone? Why is it so important to put a label on everything? Well the answer is pretty easy actually. Putting a label on something defines the way you’ll treat it. Object. You can use it and throw it when you’re done. Animal. Small being to which you choose to show respect but will always be considered lower than you, in fact it is weird even comparing the two. Human. Someone with dignity to whom you should show respect. Right? But it doesn’t always work that way. See, the world cannot work in chaos so we create rules and laws. Why? Because we fear the ultimate consequence: death. The difference between animals and us seems to be that we are conscious of death. We know that now we’re alive and that being alive inevitably means that we’re going to die. It is this knowledge of death that makes us search our entire lives for meaning. All we do, we want to do for a reason, we want to feel like this, whatever it is, is happening for a reason. And we may never find out what that reason is but the simple knowledge, the simple hope makes us keep going. Remember at some point in our life we start questioning everything. “Why” seems to be the only word in our vocabulary. We want to know the reason behind every small little thing. And then we grow up and there’s this ugly realization that we simply won’t get all the answers so we close our eyes. We live in ignorance because not knowing is safer than knowing that life is nothing but emptiness.