Painfull Feelings

There is nothing more depressing and ominous as the narrative of conscious life. The emergence of a being from ignorant innocence, to the poignant understanding that life grievances are without reason or structure. We have developed as a species many ways in order to better interpret the world, and how best to survive in it. One of our heaviest burdens is the ever present inevitability of death, and the rush to enhance our seemingly banal existence through meaningless financial gains. Often referred to as the elusive “American Dream”, the true driving force within most of the world’s economy. Where dark alley backdrops and destructive urban squalor leads many to be defined not by the man but by his social and economic standing. We are a world obsessed; we strive for our neighbors inanimate possessions with greedy eyes, constantly bombarded by every protagonist’s obstacle in life -self doubt-. Never at rest we sleep less; read less; eat less; feel less; love less; experience less; share less; live less; yet we still find time to hate more; work more; envy more; and just plain forget, we always seem to forget.