Halloween is a tradition we have adopted here in the western hemisphere. As children, we would love to dress up as ghouls and patrol the neighborhoods for candy and mischief. That magical night we could pretend to be someone else, and seem almost transported to another dimension. It was filled with fun and exploration and the camaraderie of youth. When we grow up the natural inclination might be to throw away those masks.
The older I get the more I realize that most people have never thrown away the mask. So many people seem to put on a mask for the world to see. They don’t honestly represent themselves to others and by doing so, not even to themselves.I wonder if after some time passes if it hones a form of dementia into the brains of these deviants. Do they believe their own lies?
People I would otherwise deem intelligent continue to falsely represent their morals and their intentions. It would be humorous if it were part of a low-budget film. Perhaps my life has become a low budget film. I’m not easily fooled. Yet, time and again these silly children play their games and like a child believe they are invincible. Karma most certainly exists in some form. I choose to believe that God is the arbiter of the universe. I’ve no doubt that these lies and various other sins will be punished in time.
I just wish my life wasn’t a constant parade of fools attempting to pass themselves off as intelligent and caring human beings. I’m not for one minute fooled, and neither is the grand architect. These people are consumed by hubris and blind faith in only themselves. Life is not about preying on others, or playing with feelings of others simply because you have none of your own, and no capacity for them.
It is exceedingly banal dealing with this particular brand of half-wit for most of my life. I do not despair at this late date. The sheer boring monotony of their sub-intellectual ploys is exhausting and sad. I wonder what the worn down shack of their minds must look like; their thoughts like beggars hobbling to the surface.I pity them for their ineffectual attempts at betrayal. Far greater suffering awaits them in the afterlife, far greater a challenge than forming a coherent thought.