Isn't it convenient how our centuries long theories of evolution and
adaptability have provided us with sufficient discourse to defend the
abandonment of human virtue?
The tragedy lies not in the fact that misery and suffering have become
permanent residents of daily headlines; but in the undeniable
emptiness of hollow reactions invoked in people.
We spend more time toiling with the construction of a bubble around
our individual worlds than we dare to realize. Sophistication has come
at the price of compassion and raw human disposition. We're so
hellbent on cold detachment we disguise our efforts as cynicism. Is
this adaptability or have we become this averted to humanity?
Every one has become impressively skillful at caging an organism
behind a stonewall of make-believe indifference. Our true selves are
sheltered behind conspicuous layers of materialism and
self-involvement. We're living in perpetual denial of our
disposability. Mortality has become a scarlet letter we're refusing to
come to terms with let alone bear. Rationality and knowledge have
become the ingredients to a fatal concoction that blinds us to our
fate.
When did reality steer so far away from what's real?
