The Nonexistant Tragedy

That which does not kill me, will only annoy me severely. I’ve been through this before, I hate looking stupid and when I have an issue that makes me look stupid I can not wait to get out and escape from the horrifying humiliation. Unfortunately, I’ve not come across many stupid things that can rid me of my misery, but in fact everyone seems to recall and bring about my moments of stupidity so I may live through again. People never change and yet this ball is in constant rotation, just hoping for something new, hoping for an end and maybe a beginning. Unintentional but clearly foreseen my plans go to waste, I have never been able to make-up my mind and make a solid decision because on the contrary to humans, circumstances change almost constantly. Not because people change their minds but because they have no other option but to show their true colors in order to get what they are after, even if the price is losing a very dear friend. But I guess in that case when you’re only using someone, you don’t consider them a friend but only an object to help you reach your goal. So what happens to the person that thought you were a true friend? I guess it doesn’t matter after all, what goes around comes crashing down at some point or another. The death of art, in my opinion began when the death of society started, which is the beginning of time. Art is but a portrait of our feelings and with feelings so artificial that they can be changed every second there really is no art, but just a sketch of the lies we feed ourselves. My mind seems to be jumping around but I assure you, this makes perfect sense to me, and for you to understand here it is: I’m working on a project that includes art and well as I was looking at the creations I noticed there are no feelings in the pieces, but only a vague idea of what the feelings should be. Nothing seems beautiful, nothing seems understandable, it all seems so tragically and so unimportant. What am I to do? Well, nothing is the word. Nothing is what I shall do, what I shall create, what I shall think and finally nothing is what I am. So useless that even writing this is a drag, humans never learn, but maybe only the first 2 or 3 years of their lives. Before they can talk so all they can do is to listen and make no comments. On a simpler note: nothing matters unless you’re on TV, so practice till the time comes.