Is this what they call inner peace?
It feels more like resignation to me.
Yet it’s odd how the two feel the same,
as if peace by any other name…
or something like that,
as it becomes clear fact
that peace and resignation
aren’t meant for the same act.
I would think that to be resigned
is to have no light
on the horizon of one’s mind.
Au contraire, inner peace
should tame the mare
that is our ceaseless desire.
If you’re resigned,
believing you can’t have it,
then desire must be
some force of habit.
If this is inner peace
then it seems contrary
to have a background of negativity
seem ordinary,
so much so that we’ve
become proficient at escaping
with no canary to sound
the peril that’s waiting.
The kind that has cataracted eyes
leaking fluids as they realize
that all their time
was a waste of life.
Waste of life?
What means this?
To waste it would mean
there was purpose
to begin with.
Many wise men
with more thinking time than me
have already concluded purpose
to be a fallacy.
If there’s no purpose,
and the only condition is to suffer,
then it’s a wonder that
anyone has kids at all.
Congratulations!
Condolences.
Now another being is chained
and if they choose to leave
then none remaining
will take the blame.
Like, “Life is so amazing!
What’s wrong with you?!”
As if we aren’t all responsible
for what that child will go through.
As if it isn’t our fault that everything sucks,
like, “the is best we’ve done,
come on, cheer up!”