To Be Human

As the young man stared out the window, he couldn't help but feel a sense of deep, overwhelming despair. Life seemed so empty and meaningless, and he didn't know how to find fulfillment or happiness.

"The heart of man is very much like the sea," he thought to himself, quoting the poet Lord Byron. "It has its storms, it has its tides, and in its depths it has its pearls too."

But try as he might, the young man couldn't find any pearls in the depths of his own heart. He felt like he was adrift on a vast, stormy ocean, with no land in sight.

He thought about the endless cycle of birth, work, and death that defined the human experience. It seemed like no matter what anyone did, they were ultimately just a tiny, insignificant speck in the vast expanse of the universe.

"The dread of something after death, the undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns," he thought, quoting Shakespeare's Hamlet. "This consciousness that makes cowards of us all."

He thought about the struggles and hardships that people faced every day, and how much suffering there was in the world. He thought about the countless wars and conflicts that had ravaged the planet, and the countless lives that had been lost in the pursuit of power and glory.

"What is this quintessence of dust?" he thought, quoting Hamlet once again. "Man delights not me, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so."

In the end, it all seemed so pointless. The young man didn't know how to find meaning in a world that seemed so chaotic and meaningless. He felt like he was adrift in a sea of confusion, with no direction or purpose.

As he sat there, lost in thought, a single tear rolled down his cheek. He knew that he was not alone in his despair, and that there were countless others who felt the same way.

But still, he couldn't shake the feeling of hopelessness that had taken root in his heart. In the end, it seemed like being human was just a curse, and that there was no escape from the suffering and misery of existence.

"To be, or not to be: that is the question," the young man thought, quoting Hamlet once more. "Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them."

But in the end, he knew that there was no answer to that question. Being human was a curse, and there was no escaping the suffering and misery of existence. All he could do was sit and wait for the end, alone and forgotten in the vast, empty world.