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Thousands of years of adaptation, and here you are breathing artificial particles in a sterilised room. Bacteria are minimal, but not far off from the most dangerous that have ever existed. Your mother is lying on a bed waiting for your delivery. Her hope is that you are fine and well. Your hope? Your hope is a good life.

If you know what was to happen after your first breath you would have wished for a different outcome. Yes, all you can do is wish. You are injected with multiple substances that are totally unnecessary. You are effectively a client—a loyal client for the rest of your life. Your hope is still the same: a good life.

Divergence in life paths begins to be drawn between you and your first peers. Every day passes and you converge more and more towards a specific life path. A life path that was adopted by many, you are not alone. Fortunately for you, for quite a while, if you are lucky enough, cruising is what you had to do. Cruising along with two other equally hopeful human beings and not having to make any decision whatsoever. Unfortunately for you, that's all you can do—cruising along.

Now you think you understand life and you hope for a good life. A surreptitious oxymoron. Do I have a suggestion for you? Keep hoping for a good life.

So you see? From a very young age your hope is hijacked by some stakeholders. You, from now on, are in an infinite loop of hope. Hopefulness becomes indistinguishable from wishfulness. You are a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy. You hope for being special, and you are, to your friends. In the bigger picture of things, however, you are a commodity, a cog, a breathing robot, a regurgitating talking machine. It is not your fault, your hope was hijacked.

“Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.”
― Chuck PalahniukFight Club

If there is anything that is absolutely real is that which you are feeling. There is nothing imaginary about that. The catalyst might be imaginary, however, and you must take that into consideration. If you are devoid of hope, you lose the most important force that is keeping you alive and you die. You enter the realm of the imaginary. You cease to exist. Your hope is no longer "hijackable" because you are no more. That's not an option.

Take your chance and keep hoping. Keep suffering. Keep struggling. Hope is, after all, the worst of all evil.

"Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man"
―  Nietzsche

Before you go I want to open up your mind about a certain idea that is tormenting my mind. To what extent an evil agent can use hope to control us? Is our hope free of subversion? Are we even free to hope or not?



I was born to die