Joy To The End

Joy is a lie; life exists upon the false pretence that we may find Joy. Living holds no Joy. The only way we stay sane is by wondering whether the next second, minute or hour will bring us out of the suffering we have to endure each and every day. But soon we realise, when nothing changes after a day, week or month that it is endless, the misery impacts on us and there is nothing we can do to stop it. We can only push it away to the back of our minds and pretend it’s not there like a child in the corner. Sure, we can put on a smile and laugh at the pathetic jokes that we know are not funny. But soon we will have to wake up to our reality and realise that we are running from the fact that there is nothing to laugh or smile about because nothing is funny or worth being happy about, and then it all crashes down around us, the misery, despair and hopelessness, when we realise there is nothing to make us feel warm inside, that we are just animals in a sick masochistic time, it hurts just like everything else we encounter in this life. Only in death can we escape from this shell of sorrow. But why would we escape, born in an optimistic society, we look to the future as if it beholds wonders and only until our flesh and our biological forces give out on us do we realise that there was nothing important in this life to keep struggling on for. So we End. The only regret is that we didn’t End sooner. But at least we End.