The True Nature of Life

The house was devoid of color

A black hole spirling all of those surrounding it deeper amongst its madness

I saw my brother’s pale face and felt my heart shudder for the first time

I tried to be resilient and hide my tears, but the chaos around me was like a foreign invader

A foreign bacteria in the familiar body that I knew to be my home

We left that day with nothing

Nothing, but the worries weighing strenuously upon our backs

My parents sobbed secretly among the pale moonlight

I looked for support, but found none and fell spiraling down a black hole

A black hole that led me nowhere

I refused to eat or sleep

I worried that some slight expression would reveal the hidden secret

I was homeless

But the homeless are not just some unidentifiable individual with a question mark in their face

The homeless have aspirations, dreams, and hopes of one day living a better life

Not everything in life is neat and organized with 0s and 1s

It is chaotic rendering us helpless to fate

To live is to suffer

Every breath that we take is sucking life away from someone else

To be wealthy is to benefit from the poor and suck them dry until you have murdered all their dreams

But we as humans will never be satisfied

We take and take, but rarely give back

And if we do, in some rare instance, we do so as validation that we are “good citizens.”

Since that day, I lost my faith in humanity