The Gentle Indifference of the World

Desperately forcing religion and philosophy and scholarship and science into an explanation for what life is, does not make it any better
It’s a desperate attempt to understand what is hidden in a riddle so vast and empty, there’s nothing to find
It’s pointless

Silent, the voices of questioning
Silent, the murmur of voices

There is no time in existence
No greater determination
There is only the ongoing process of the gentle indifference of the world
I have to open myself up to the gentle indifference of the world
To not lose hope
To not lose purpose
To keep on
To move on

But in facing death it all becomes senseless
Life is absurd
The relation of what one puts into it and the outcome is ridiculous
How are we so entangled in a life and bound to it, when it does not treat us anything good for? Why the struggle, the suffering, the pain, when it all boils down for nothing?

Silent
The voices of questioning
Silent
The murmur of voices

If your life would have end today, it wouldn’t change the world in any way

Not feeling anything at all, being lost in eternal numbness is too frightening
And we escape
Escape it with sensations for the heart and the mind
Death is eternal and life is not

Shallow hopes and dreams all so numb
And be gone
Silent whispers in the wind
The sound of what we have become

Gasping for air as I suffocate
On all of this
Take my hand
Pull me out of this mold

The gentle indifference of the world