Futility

Many I know have sought to have a dream in the beginning of their youth; to change the world: environmentally, politically, socially or economically. These same individuals strive to great lengths to attain a new found identity through necessary education and other means of self realisation. These individuals then acquaint themselves with current existing establishments to ensure their minds and wisdom transcends them to be realised through social action. In the process of acquainting themselves, they see in themselves a sense of self that seem to undermine all other individuals, intelligence and foresight that is over and above general human capability. So they rely on this and strive to attain the necessary good but in time their plight gets watered down, jaded by the inactivity of society and the demands of the blind masses. Then comes the biggest element of deceit: materialism and money. Through that, all existence of the self is destroyed and that individual is now comparable to all other greedy irrational conforming beings, the very beings he sought to change. Power, finally and eventually eclipses all good intentions, that which was sought at the very beginning, to change the world, environmentally, politically, socially or economically.

We then wonder why our politicians and social reformist start off with a spark and then become the rich man on the block. We go on to ridicule those that seclude themselves from the larger society as being ignorant and uncivilised without for a minute contemplating about their weariness in dealing with the endless cycle of greed and malice that plague us all today. Call me a defeatist, I consider myself a realist. The futility of life.