Living the Dream

Good things do not exist for too long. I assume even the most steadfast believers and scholars of goodness believe so. The belief that thrives in most people’s mind is to look up and hope for good while holding at least one horn of the devil -- the devil that lives in us or what we see outside. Human beings feel safe this way as their deep-rooted collaborative selves can’t help but be loyal to all kinds of elements available in the world. My own understanding is that there is no good or evil. There is a space of lull and cracks in each person’s life, a space they do not comprehend well. Some people fill it with beliefs in good, others with beliefs in evil, whichever gives them a greater sense of certainty. Evil is not certain, death is certain for sure. People often get confused between the two. How we fill up our spaces of lull and cracks is probably what decides if it will be a good death, or a good moment before death, to be precise. To me it would be amazing if the life we live eventually ends up being a vivid realistic dream, merely a test of what all we did when faced with precarious life situations. The poor, the diseased, the cruel, the intellectuals, the street-smarts, the holy, the criminals, all eventually end up in one place and are made to get ready for another unforgettable intense dream of their death.