The scripted life

It saddens and sickens me to see how much praise and celebration people heap on the default events of one’s life like landing a job or getting married.

Aren’t these events just as ordinary as shitting, bathing, fucking, just another necessity of life?

Perhaps, certain rites of passage are sufficient reason for joy, but must all the joy in life be reserved for these few moments, as if the sole purpose of life was to just walk upon this heavily trodden path of being useful to society in the most basic manner.

It’s as if everyone and everything are operating on some default setting, the acts and praises also showered upon by default.

Are we so dull and dead already that we cannot see and celebrate anything beyond the grand and pompous?

Must all likes be reserved for the ones who conform?

Are the little moments of joy not worthy of cheer?

Are the tiny discoveries of the mysteries of this world not a reason for praise?

Will we only be in awe of all that seems within our own grasp or only those who are mere imitations of ourselves?

Is there no room for feeling anything personal deeply on the stage set by society?

Shouldn’t the only moments truly worthy of celebration be the ones where you feel truly alive?

But maybe we’ve all been dead for so long, we need a goddamn script to survive.

We spend a lifetime applauding the obvious and then wonder at the end of it, where did all the magic disappear from our lives.