Pathetic species

Smokes, cigarettes.

A broken mans way to forget, a grasp at normality when all things turn sideway.

Oh how I envy those who can forget and move past all which life throws at them without forming self destructive habits.

But what is man except a self destructive creature, we build, strive and compete all in the hope of one day accomplishing something that will make us stand out. All the while destroying everything we build while doing so.

We create new ways of living, we supersede all which was before us just in the vein hope that one day that which we develope will reach the masses and be propagated for all eternity.

But what is that if not a hopeless endeavor?

There are billions of us yet only hundreds maybe thousands will be remembered by the next generation, but what of those after that. Those are the ones which will truly forget, the thousand or hundreds turn to tens and of those tens nought but the few will be remembered.

But remembered as what, inventors, aspirants of good or tyrant that brought the world to its knees. 

Will we truly know until it is all but too late or will everything grind to a halt in the glory which we bring forth.

It's either that or the end, as like all things our self destructive actions will force our own hands to supplant us.  

We life on the ashes of our betters yet we have not learnt from their mistakes.

We poison ourselves with ideas and actions. Habits which are slowly killing us. And for what I ask, for nothing but a short lived trance that makes us tell ourselves that everything will be alright.

We lie to ourselves while dying by our own actions, its a farce, a play. An over dramatized stage play on which we live our lives, ignorant of those around us.

Some, most drown ourselves in vices, we kill our lungs, drench our livers and rott our bloodstreams with unnatural substances all the while the world is burning to cinders just out of eyes view.

We know of the devastation which we bring those whom will come after but do we care?

No, some might say they care but that is just a lie they tell themselves to feel better.

Some might act but they have no agency in which to bring change and rightfully don't deserve to bring change. 

As the coming storm is of our own making, a phenomenon in which will bring us all to our knees and make us pray to which ever god or gods we believe in and ask for forgiveness.

But none will come as we could have stopped it at any point in time earlier. We are the subjects of our own prison. A prison built for ourselves by the people who thought nothing of themselves or those that came after.

But why is it that humans have a tendency to destroy themselves, is it in the nature of mankind to destroy all which it loves and leave nothing bit smoldering flames in their wake or is it just what we tell ourselves to sleep comfortably in our beds while millions die helplessly of problems that never were problems to begin with.

Why is it that we as a race never knew when it was the right time to unite, only ever knowing conflict and differences while there were none to begin with.

Was it really so hard to stop and begin to think about all which could be done to fix our own mess instead of killing and destroying all we hold dear in the name of ideology and change. 

Instead of splintering we should have become one and ventured into planes and places unknown exploring. Helping to further our species as a whole but no, death and separation based on identity is what we would rather do.

It is pathetic, we are pathetic, our species is pathetic.

If there was one word I would use to describe mankind it would be pathetic.

We squander, debase and argue.

Making use of our baser and lowest instincts to function, without reason we pursue nothing and laze around in our own filth all the while everything is burning down around us.

We are truly and utterly pathetic.

There never has been and never will be a more rotten species than human kind, a species where we would argue over spirituality, sexuality and race while the planet we live on is being poisoned and most countries has the capability of making whole countries unlivable.

Nobody says anything because they are happy living a life in where they can do nothing but follow orders and lie to themselves by telling themselves that they have agency.

They are dogs to themselves, pathetic is the only right word to use when a collective species relies on no more than a thousand individuals to bring it into a new era while relying on the past glories and ideals of dead figures to rule the masses.

Nobody and nothing can be perfect but even so, how is it we have somehow managed to fail in every single action and momentum that caused us to be where we are today.

There is no doubt in my mind that we will only become more pathetic as we go on. But even so I hold hope for our species.

That we might one day rise above our station and stand above what we currently are.

Though it might be fruitless, though it might be impossible. It might yet happen, even if the chances are slim, they are still there and that is all which matters.

We might be the rotten remains of a hollow imitation that is free will, but even so there might still be a chance for our pathetic species to become more than what we currently are.

Dismiss our vices, focus on what is truly here, heal our habits and lead to live a better life for a better future.

It might all be a pipedream, but a dream is only the beginning of something which may become reality one day.

And if it doesn't then it doesn't hurt to say that at least you tried.