Why so serious? This question kept on buzzing in my head since I started this unlikely charade of working like a bee, and studying at the same time. Don’t get me wrong… I’m not complaining at all. In fact, I wanted how this life’s set-up was arranged for me. I guess these series of work-related burn outs I’ve been experiencing lately made me wonder what I have been ignoring, and eventually, missing.
I have to say that I’m somewhat getting the hang of putting up a smile when faced with my daily dose of stress. Whenever I can, I try to laugh at every wacky moment there is, to distract me from every visible and unforeseen pressure in this pseudo-corporate world I currently affiliate myself with. But you’ll just have to pardon my random (and sudden) bursts of insubordination and sarcastic comments—because I, at the very least, am being humane (I’m being polite here, and I’d rather you don’t want to see my not-so humane side as well). Know this that I’m not being pretentious or anything similar to that kind of fashion because I try my best to be at my tip-top working condition, without losing my own mind (?!)—as much as I can.
Life, in its entirety, is harsh just as it is fair. We do everything in our capacity to make sure we can get by with our daily challenges. Yes it may be too much to handle at times, regardless of how much effort we exert to overcome or (in some cases) ignore it. But it does not necessarily mean that it has to be that hard. Our minds focus too much on this concoction of fixed and random goals that we’re forgetting the reasons why we exist. We beat ourselves too much at the beginning of the day, thinking that we’re making our sacrifices and immersing ourselves to do what we’re asked to do… But for what reason? Is it not to live? Is it not to provide a better life for our current (and future) offspring/s and loved ones? If it is so, then why do we have these times when we could not even appreciate the simplest things being handed or showcased to us? Is it a matter of satisfying our pseudo-obsessive selves? Is it to maintain our personal level of “security”? Is it because everybody does it? Somebody tell me, because I want to know.
This would actually be the first time I’ve ever agreed with a villain’s viewpoint, moreover, the first time I’ve agreed with the psychotic type. Does that make me crazy too? I don’t know about that. All I can say is he made a lot more sense than any idealistic plots there is thinkable. I’ll probably keep on asking myself this question until I find an answer. But I’ll share this question to you as well.