Welcome to my world.

[deet]

I see people around here, every day. They all seem to have a kind of bliss; the bliss that comes with a prudent lack of insight. No-one likes to see the world outside of their beliefs. When they are forced to look beyond their own limits, they close their eyes. They do not want to see, lest they are blinded.

It has always been this way. I've never known what they are. Why do they enjoy such inane things? Television shows that have the same pointless plots, sporting events that are just filler for their bovine lives. Eat, sit, eat, sit, drink, drink, drink. Drink to make life what it is not.

What will come of this species? Will we finally give a madman access to a doomsday device? Will we open our eyes, and realize that this madman need not be a man at all? Sadly, I doubt it. We will never see it coming. It, quite likely, will not come in our day. Our species, the only species to achieve a state that has separated us from the planet, may never destroy itself. Instead, we will continue to eke out an existance that borders on futility. The future generations of the world will grow ever more obese and docile. They will never know the travails of their slaves. In many cases, they will never know that they have slaves, or the suffering caused by their apathy. The slaves, who will never be called by their true name, will be raised to believe that their time will come. It likely never will; they have been born in the wrong place.

The opulent countries that rule by hegemony will not always be what they are today. We will not always be at the top of the pyramid. The day will come when the strong will miss a step, when they will misjudge the determination of a weaker nation. They will, perhaps, simply fall due to their own gluttony, as we have seen in the past. There will always be an emergent power there to take their place, and this new ruler will have no qualms about taking their throne. This is the way it always has been, this is how it always will be.

The past is well known by many, these days. We all believe that knowledge will protect us. We cling desperatly to the hope that knowing history will aid us as we build our future. How wrong will the history books of our future generations show us to be. The past, it is said, has been rewritten by the victors of the day. We do not know the truth; the truth has been laundered by the blood of the fallen.

History, the real history, will be repeated again and again. The future is written in the present; the future will become the past. This is the truth of our scribes. This is what you will not be taught in school. Welcome to my world; perhaps you will come to miss your prison.

There is little to enjoy about this life. I cannot say that out loud, it will have me branded as ill. There are pills to help me enjoy life, people claim. I doubt that they have taken these pills in the doses that I have. I strongly doubt that, because I have taken doses that should not be prescribed. I have taken much larger amounts of anti-depressants than any other person I have ever met. I have been put on two antidepressants at once, because I do not think that life is perfect. I tolerate my life; I am often miserable, but I am at least aware of the world's hardship.

I once told that to a psychiatrist. He asked if I thought there was hope for the future. I did not realize he only meant my future. In retrospect, I should have said yes. I have hope; it is not the empty statement that it seems at first glance. It is not my macabre view of the world, where an early death is considered "hope." No, I hope that I will live to write epic tales. But, I do not think that there is hope for the future.

Perhaps you are one of the lucky ones. Perhaps, you've found something that makes you truly happy. If you are one of those exceedingly rare people, be thankful for what you have.

[putz]

Ultra true.

[LMNO]

If it were me, i'd put the paragraph about hope at the end, just for structure's sake.  Also,

There is nothing to enjoy about this life.

Is something I disagree with.  The narrator seems to be in a Negative/Pessimist Prison, which is just as false as a Positive/Optimist Prison, just not as fun.


One of the main points of Erisianism, TO ME, is that if we can choose our prison cell, we can at least choose one that has some sunlight and an ocean view.

[deet]

I moved two of the paragraphs to the bottom, added one, and changed a few of the the words. Now the end doesn't make me want to crawl into a warm bath

[East Coast Hustle]

I really like the whole thing, but THIS:

We do not know the truth; the truth has been laundered by the blood of the fallen.

is fucking SWOTE.