Are human beings so fragile, that they always need company to shield their own eyes from the flaws and insecurity of their insignificant existence? Such questions are usually pondered upon by the teeming pseudo-romantics, so when the same question arises in my mind, I find my sanity clouded over. It wasn't ever my hope that people have a clarity of purpose, but this cowardice.. an inability to exist in their own continuum, and trying to grasp at puny tid-bits of satisfaction: inane and purposeless, it's despairing.
A society, from what I have seen, is just an attempt to escape the insignificance. A group, a couple, a family- they are all constructs that are designed to hide the true nature of man. Afraid of himself, afraid of his peers, fearful of loneliness, each person, or the majority, work towards running away. Young people take shelter in meaningless relationships- with friends, with the opposite gender, with their peers and betters, but all this is geared towards a single aspiration: to escape the unbounded tragedy of being by oneself.
It's not just the last generation which suffers from this...
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