People generally hear me say, “Where has all the pessimism
gone? Out with that optimism!” Because of course you must have heard me say
this a hundred times over now: if you are a pessimist you expect only the worst
out of every situation and should the worst thing happen to you, you will not
slit your wrists because you saw it coming and should something better happen
to you, you will be surprised and happy of course! The drawback of optimism is
that when what you expect doesn’t happen to you, you cry your guts outs. The
whole reference to my negativity is the fact that I have formulated certain
negative but flawless philosophies.
>All good things come to an end.
>Humans will be the death of the world.
>All relationships come with an expiry date, emotionally
or physically.
>Love is an illusion.
Now I’ll elucidate on the last philosophy. Whatever we do to
people we profess to love is so that we get some good coitus. And of course the
soul reason for the existence of two different sexes is to procreate newer ones
of the same species and if we happen to derive some pleasure out of the act of creation,
well it is an added benefit. Human beings are driven by the need of company, so
we huddle together in communities. Human beings are jealous. They won’t share
resources and partners and to prevent adultery, humans created the concept of
marriage. It only traps us into a Sisyphus task. Yea, long after the children
grow up, old married couples start to fall out of the need to be togethers now
that the nest is empty. They stick together in certain societies where divorce
is still a taboo. They stay together under the same roof but stay detached from
each other. Ever wondered why old people are cranky? Well you know now. Hence
the word love is entirely constructed and illusory, there’s no feeling called
love exactly, but it can described better if we say “need”. I need you. That is
an apt feeling. It is through collective consciousness that a society works, so
we need each other. Even those isolated obsinate fools who stay locked up alone
in their rooms have a certain spider pet or whatever to engage into the sense
of bonding with someone. We think love is merry, colourful, shimmery and
evergreen forests, and pixies throwing sparkles on us. All that comes from the
Fairy Tales we read, all the movies we see, all our favourite love songs. And
we think about this “love” so much, that we engage ourselves in a quest for
love which results in obsessing with the idea of “love” rather than “being in
love”. And then starts a series of trial and error method, you make up, you
break up, you move on and everything else that is worthless in my opinion
because you think ohh that was love, and then get to know that it wasn’t love
and of course you still haven’t got rid of the idea of love so you keep
looking, you’ve been hit once, but hey, given the dork you are, you’ll never be
twice shy and full of optimism.
Now the question is why did I type this, right? Because
something extraordinarily uncanny thing happened today. I randomly typed “Love
is an illusion” in chrome and then quite arbitrarily clicked on a link and
guess what I read? The exact same words that I have been telling my friends to
demotivate them, the same reasons that I cite, the same examples I have been
using for a long time. I did not even know this particular dead philosopher
called Arthur Schopenhauer until a few hours back who said pretty much the
exact same thing that for a long time I have been telling my friends to
demotivate them. It was an idea that was original to me. It is almost as if I
was Arthur in my last birth. Yea that’s quite a fascinating idea for me. :D
