sucks to be a poor brown animal
yeah.
thats the post.
I guess its just the world we live in.
there will always be a bottomless pit of excuses
for everyone else.
but for people like me, we should just
suffer silently.
no one will speak up for us.
we are merely flesh bots.
i dont even expect anything from life.
not love, not company, not friendship.
which is strange, because some part of me
the humane part.
That part of me still cares.
i dont know why i care.
i dont know why i feel like i should be doing something.
does the sadness of the world compel me?
its infinite capacity for cruelty and coldness?
life on earth is dukkha.
as the great world teacher taught us all.
as he was taught by the First amongst Men.
life on earth must be made sukkha.
thats the genius of rishabha
the wisdom of the indus
that people are not separate from eden,
but a part in it, both in reality and possibility
the people make history.
and i am merely a small, forgettable part of it.