(Ignore me, a rant is a rant for a reason :))
What an utterly trivial thing is life: the boredom, the yearning, the despair and the meaningless hopelessness, perhaps even more meaningless due to its finiteness. I try to see similarity and all that is glaringly obvious are the differences. I try to compensate and still there are no rewards, no love for not being an awful person. I struggle internally, I struggle, every day, but the surface is always calm. The truth behind every face is hidden and what you see is barely the tip of the iceberg.
But what does that say about humanity? What does that say about a society functioning on appearances and patterns of behaviors? Will it one day become too much? Will the soft white noise in the background, the tortured elephants in the room become too much to ignore? Will our blindness to our own ugliness shock and freeze us, giant icebergs that we are? The suffering, the pain that could have been easily avoided and which could have been examples of the triumph of equality and humanity over greed and corruption, are the silent screams of untold stories of misery and cruelty.
Will the rich become richer? Is the Universe such a bitch that it will keep on working with its mighty laws and sciences, throwing pieces of bread to the poor and offer the nobility excellent caviars on golden plates? Are the Gods of Olympus still watching over the ridiculous juggling act that we are calling a civilization? If this is a journey on the high seas then waves have never been as high and dangerous, and our Ithaca so far.