The days where the sun's rays seem fake, the walls seem fuzzy and the ceilling is nothing but another sky, that's when I feel beauty is truly at its peak.
Cynicism? Truth? Such bizzare concepts. Truth is merely the incarnation of selfish expectations for coherency or hidden meaning within a world that may as well be pure absurdity.
Sisyphus is the human condition, forever pushing up his block of stone up the mountain, only to have it fall on the other side. Our actions, our thoughts, our desires, our conscience, our very existence is merely a comedy, a caricature, of that myth, but it is not sad. It is no cause for despair.
In embracing and accepting that possibility, you are free from the desire for meaningless, pointless, trivial little things. You can seek what is most important, closest to the human spirit.
I do not think we can ascertain any form of certainty or absolute, therefore I believe only in freedom, for in absurdity lies infinite possibility.
I also believe in beauty, because in seeing the beauty of our fleeting, wretched, state, we are able to rise above the deceitful impulses of our own nature into the only form of serenity there truly is.
And is that not all one can aspire to, in this sad, sick, beloved little world?
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Every awkward silence
Every smile and glance
All the most beautiful lies