Living by yourself in the wild? I thought about it a lot, for a long time, but something stopped me. What’s the point? I asked myself, humanity will keep going down no matter what I do, there is no point getting “enlightened” when the rest of them, or the vast majority, are lying to themselves, saying “This city is great.”
But I figured out that they got no choice, they haven’t heard of any other city, they haven’t seen a city in a jungle or a city under the sea. They have only seen it in their imagination, dreams, and screens. The dream of living in a beautiful perfect city is just that, a dream.
I don’t blame them really, the same way I don’t blame people following a new religion, when they got nothing to live for, or something to live for that doesn’t really make sense, what else would they do but join the new religion when it gives them truth of what the fuck is this world is on about, even when it’s of myth and magic.
What are humans if they have got no story to follow?
A question that appeared in everything I read and heard, every time I see a person following something, to me, really dumb, I understand why they do it. The story.
The story that will not only give you purpose in life, not only give you an “ultimate truth”, not only give you a reason to be a good person, but also immortality. Don’t we all wish we were immortal? What is the point, you might ask yourself, of living, if the only life time you have is just a lousy, fast-paced, up-and-down 60 years. I am going to heaven, fuck yes, I love that idea, I don’t want to shut down, I don’t want to live again and again in the same ball of earth, i don’t want to float around as a ghost watching people for eternity, hell no.
And that’s why I got a story to write, not a religious one, nor a mystical one, nor a-way-to-live one. A story for the hell of having a story, a story that will take us in a journey, period. Doesn’t matter what the story is going to end up, if it will ever do, all we care of is the journey.
This story started with a blog called “City Among Critters”. The philosophy of this blog first started with the pure need of whining, whining about the city critters I lived among, critters I looked down upon for being the stupid living creatures they are. Stupid in the sense of having so much possibilities, but never exploring even 2% of them. It was a whine about the shit city system we live in, in the way we relay on food imported from a town I never heard of, or luxuries from a country I always hear of, yet not from an environment I live in.
Why waste energy, power, and time on something you won’t be able to depend on all the time? I asked an architect friend once, and heard no answer but the usual “That’s the way it is, and it works.”
So here is the unusual story, a story not of myself, but a story seen through me, a story for everyone to account about. Don’t take my advice, take my opinion.
