Tragicomedy

Things get serious sometimes. Like if one talks to their loved ones they'd die. Like if one is not living in tandem with time the world will suffer a catastrophic event like a pandemic or a tsunami. But what happens when things get serious with a handicapped person with no legs that if they don't run a particular distance in a stipulated time an asteroid would hit the earth. I know these are just excuses. That I failed to save the earth from a catastrophic event, but why was a basket case made to have such a big responsibility? It's strange, all of it. A basket case made to carry the planet? Why? What was the logic behind it? Was it because he thought the world could be a better place and he was given the reigns of the world? When drama subsides, reality dawns. It's idiocy, all of it, and of gargantuan levels. I lay on the bed on a weekend and see the fan whirring above me. The air-conditioner has kept the temperature cool and I think about the vibes back in the day. Those were the good days back then but what's the problem with today? The worst part of the story is that you know what the problem with today is. You just can't talk about it, not really without sounding batshit. You failed your planet, you failed to save it. If only you were not a basket case. It's all in the mind, you see. It's all in the mind. You were baited, you still are baited and you try not to take the bait but not taking the bait is not totally up to you. Sometimes conditions are made such that you have to take the bait, there is isn't any option and if there is it's so miniscule that even acknowledging it is tough. Focus can be shifted and it can be shifted to things that you wouldn't normally or in your right mind think about. Your soul and your mind is sandwiched between the depravity and the tyranny of the structure that runs, if not this world, this country. Like the men and women who still carry other's shit on their heads you are made to carry the entitlement, delusions, judgements, prejudices, discrimination and idiocy of others. You wonder what is the eligibility for making others carry one's prejudices, entitlement and idiocy. There must be an eligibility to be able to freely rape, exploit, extort and destroy people without any consequences? There must be an eligibility to access people's souls freely and then to shit on them? A noir or a fantastical world won't be authentic if it doesn't contain the actual truth, nor would be space operas and numerous other worlds. This secret is hidden in the broad daylight and its this secret that makes everything one experiences in this world, a lie. We navigate delusions day in and day night and there are factories having the sole job of producing delusions for everyone. Things do get serious sometimes. But when you zoom out you realise that it's a comedy. It's just that this comedy thrives by creating tragedies in the lives of innocents.