The Irony of it All.

The gruesome picture of death is painted across these pages. Blood shed, to create empires, like paying nature for what she has with what she created, reasoning with nothing that makes sense. Perhaps we believe that the land is ours; that by being the most intellectual organism, we begin to believe that we possess the right to rule over the land. That the written or spoken word is what gives us the chance to claim leadership. That we being the bishops of a master plan possess the power to claim the entire board.

But what does this claim mean? Do we possess enough strength to rule justly over the entire world? Does this world need only intellectuals? Was evolution only upto the mental development?

If so, another issue must be answered. Should the Kings of the system, be subject to human emotions, be overcome by wrath that he should lose all reason? Why is it that at a certain point in our lives, we feel the need for something more? We achieve wealth, fame and status. Perhaps we fall in love with the perfect person. But there is still something missing; something that is neither composed of thoughts or emotions. Just a feeling, that is so overwhelming that many commit suicide out of a sort of desperation for an escape, an alternate reality of a utopia. That’s why there is no true happiness in this material or physical happiness. Because the Irony of it all, is that what is real, can never be explored. It can only be felt. The real, is the perception of ego. That ego, is what is the falsehood. The fake identity that we create for ourselves, that leads to power struggles, and leads to a fall. The peace we need is all around us. We just need to open our mind to it. The Irony of it all…the falsehood is within us, the truth, is without us.