I wake up every day caught in the unending loop of daily mundanity called life. The labyrinthine maze of bureaucracy and monotony engulfs us all, pulling us in with its suffocating grasp, never releasing it. It is a world that we inhabit, but not one that we can ever truly escape from.
Consider the fact that there are eight billion people in this world, each possessing a unique genetic makeup that has never existed before and will never exist again. It begs the question, what use is this uniqueness if we are all just running the same race? We are born, raised to get an education, find a job, start a family, raise them, and eventually die. It is a cycle that we all know too well, a cycle that we cannot break free from.
Some say that everyone exists for a unique purpose, but if that is true, then why does nature go to such great lengths to ensure our uniqueness? It feels like a cruel joke, as if we are being set up to fail. On the flip side, what justification does providence have to make one's role more pivotal than another's? It seems unfair that destiny chooses one to lead a revolution while another is tasked with simply removing a stone from someone's path. The importance attached to each of those acts does not commensurate with the extent of uniqueness that providence has ensured for each of them. It seems unfair to the both of them to be dealt the same card like this.
In this world, we are mere cogs in a vast and indifferent machine, destined to toil away our days in endless repetition. We are but drops of water in an ocean, insignificant in the grand scheme of things. We endure this endless cycle of existence, but for what purpose? Is there any meaning to be found in this endless procession of the ordinary? The answer may forever remain elusive.
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