Absurdity

A Story by S. Moncayo

Just my common, everyday rambling.

Do you want to hear the truth?

In the end, nobody cares about you, life is repetitive, and we are nothing. Growing up, I was fascinated by works of fiction, and the fantasy basically consumed my life. I was hoping to enter a life full of thrill, excitement, and importance, but all I got was the mundane, American Dream. Call me a pessimist or insane, but the American Dream shouldn't be a dream, nor an accomplishment. I work constantly at a desk, taking orders from the rest of the world, and go home to my small apartment. I find myself frequently getting depressed after reading novels or watching phenomenal movies. When will I experience such beauty and amazement? Will I ever risk my life and find a gorgeous male protagonist to fall in love with me? No.

I don't understand how people can be grateful for such tedious, boring, redundant lives. I want to feel. I don't feel anything anymore, and that's the worst feeling in the world. It's a poor paradox, but I hope I'm not the only person that suffers like this. I don't want to get married to the common man, own a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence, and have two children. I'm sick and tired of this constant verbal war we endure. We look in the past and call our ancestors inhumane due to their physical actions, but we're just as inhumane. We attack each other, create nonsense and make life absurd. We are humans! We're amazing creatures with incredible potential, but we shut each other down due to expectations and conformity.

We may be risking our lives, but is life truly as fragile as it seems?

I want to soar the seas, discover, accomplish something incredible. I want to find the romance I've been dreaming of― sometimes I feel like I have, but society keeps us apart. So as of now, I roam the streets of my town, hoping to not leave this world empty handed, or without any traces of existence behind.