Fear no more the heat o' the sun;
Nor the furious winter's rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages
- William Shakespeare
We are siblings of pleasure. Life is one big moment grown out of lust; formed from pleasure. It is one hypocritical form of accepting our breeding for desires, where the heavy, murky waters of wants flow to feed our thirst. All those emotions attached to life are parts of one big illusion, which entertain our needs for condemning the reality; hiding behind tall fences of creative tricks.
Happiness is one of the biggest chunks of the illusion called life. It is a temporary anodyne like a drug. But once you get addicted to it, there is nothing but its antithesis that you will suffer. It is a trap to trick our gullible minds. Fools, we are, to search for it, feeling elated to find its masked appearance providing a push of its vile needle, full of disguised feeling. Then its poison slowly flows in the veins of pleasure building a veil of false ecstasy, which when lifted from the eyes of reality shows its ugly head. Happiness is the root cause of despair. If happiness was never there, nobody would have felt the lack of it. And where there is despair there is the desire for Death.
Death is an escape from the trap of time. The continuous cycle of life, the periodical revolution of similarity is too hard to bear. Change is a deception. It is not as easy as it seems and feels. As long as there is life we come back to the same starting point no matter how big the circle is. What is needed is a breakaway point somewhere. A permanent change is needed to kill this mental boredom. And nothing is tempting than death which offers the opportunity.
Life is a tiresome activity to maintain. It is difficult to breathe incessantly, to keep track of our memories; it weighs down heavily on our body and mind everyday. It climbs onto our back like an incubus. It is like an evil spirit inside us which we can exorcise only through death, the ultimate reliever.
