Humanity is weird. It is a collection of many cultures, colliding norms, contradicting beliefs, mind-warping expectations and palpable depravities. No one would admit it but we are, at the very heart of our consciousness, driven by the urges that are best described as base.
We teach our kids the high values but carefully and slyly instruct them to act contrarily. Don’t be rude. Don’t be a sexist. Let reason decide your actions. Let evidence lead you in life. Share your wealth. Root for collective good. Shun selfish desires. Nevertheless, through subtle means, we also inculcate ruthless pragmatism and cold narcissism. We make sure that our daughters look prettier than other’s daughters, that they know how to find a rich husband. We impart to our boys ways of finding the highest paying jobs, of putting their families first and others, no matter how deserving, on a side. We teach our kids these things not because we want them to be strong and independent. Essentially, we imbue them in a culture that nurtures these values because deep-down, in our being’s very core, we acknowledge that we stand a good chance of materially benefiting from the exercise.
We tell our kids to get education for the sake of it. But all we really desire is for them to get good grades, go to best schools and acquire highest paying jobs. This is a self-perpetuating cycle that leads to widespread elitism.
And don’t even get me started on religion. You might think that humanity is essentially good because even with innumerable gospels, each with its own band of faithful followers, we have survived. Our species has persisted but many have perished as a consequence of minor disagreements over the most idiotic of details of their dogmas. The fact that there are many clashing religions prevalent in contemporary society yet no major wars are materializing doesn’t demonstrate our ability to appreciate other’s ideas. Really, it validates that human beings use grand ideas and humanitarian speeches as defense mechanisms only to accomplish their all too human demands.
Furthermore, professionalism is a joke. It is just a fancy term coined by rich crooks that stand to benefit from labor of naive workers. By wrapping inadequately rewarded toil in a shroud of class and propriety, employees are forced to work their butts off for a small compensation as employers reap all the real benefits and afford to continue a lifestyle of rampant hedonism.
The only true blessing is that we all die. After unrelenting cycles of shame and redemption, narcissism and mental self-flagellation, and hedonism and repentance, we slowly slip into oblivion as our petty squabbles and daily banalities run vividly before our eyes. And then, the montage of our past ends with a feeling that it was all a lie when we are finally embraced by an everlasting darkness, a vast temporal and spatial expanse of nothingness.