Not quite a universal truth

A larger work of mine...not much to say about it; I believe that it describes itself just fine.

We have a right to life. Just as much as we have a right to death. However, I feel as tho it is our counter transference of obligatory debt to those around us that keeps us alive and struggling to the next day.

Is life truly a gift? To the fortunate few it is. For most, it merely seems like the only thing that lets us feel as tho we belong is the human ability to label and define ourselves as part of a collective.

If there is a God(s), why would they give us the capacity to have such self doubt? Or if we are only to blame ourselves for this existence, what was it that we were hoping to obtain?

Self actualization is a stone throw away from being a disdaining experience.

And if that wasn't enough, we gave ourselves the ability to hope. To imagine a grass greener on the other side; as well as the capability to look down upon it and blatantly ignore the fact that it is brown and withering.

Ordered by chaos, we relinquish ourselves to the chance of fate. An excuse to daydream of a different outcome as so that we are not to blame ourselves for something that we have clearly done wrong. A chance to null and void our minds of any responsibility to ourselves.

Are these the thoughts of a pessimist? A realist? Could these simple cognitive sentences be an incite to a well ignored universal truth?

That there is no God,

That there is no afterlife for those we love,

No other meaning to our existence but to continue the ever slowing wheel of human expectancy?

As part of the masses I have hope for the future. The ability to see the grass, and yet still deny what is in front of me. I wish to leave my life up to fate, to relinquish my responsibility to those around me. Fully accepting the fact that I have recognized for a long time now, that the transference that is so commonly thrown around is only perpetuated by my willing participation.

Its true,

Life isn't fair....

But it's that way because we allow it to be.

I'm not asking you to 'just be happy'...I believe that is too much to ask of this life. However, I will absurdly ask for you to Hope. To fall victim to your own devices and feel free to call the grass whatever color you want it to be.