Uselessness

    Why do people prefer themselves over others? Why do people prefer others over themselves? We don't even know the meaning behind these choices, yet we always try to justify our positions—anyhow, anyway—just to be right.

Has the world turned against us, or is it with us? Which one do we actually feel? Do we feel like the enemies and villains of someone else's life, or of our own?

Why do we even ask questions, and why do we need answers? Have we ever thought about that? Have you?

We always feel useless when we achieve nothing. But did that uselessness come from our hard work, your hard work, or from the fact that we never truly tried to do anything at all? These questions linger as if we know nothing about them, even though we are entirely capable of answering them. Yet, we wish this hadn't happened, even while we refuse to question ourselves.

Have people forgotten us? Are they forgetting us? Will they forget us? Have you ever been in a situation like that? Have you ever felt the emptiness of being forgotten? We are all trying to achieve the unachievable, yet we remain strangely satisfied with where we stand.

Questions like these should be raised by intellectuals to comprehend these depths. Yet, while some find answers and others struggle to find them, the remaining few are like us: useless.

We aren't useless because we can't do anything. We are useless because we have chosen to distort our own lives. Some are in the middle of it, some have already destroyed their lives, and others haven't started yet but are actively planning to distort their lives just like us.

Nothing is inherently good or bad about this world. Nothing is inherently great in our lives or yours, but our livelihood is what makes our existence feel worse. Yet, some enjoy a great livelihood while we struggle to keep pace with an evolving world.

We say we can try, we should try, and we would try—but when is the actual time to start moving the pieces of our lives? The questions are many, but the words to describe them are missing. The answers are many, but we are unable to state them.

"Let’s scream together"—but why? "Let’s hug each other"—but why? "Let’s play together"—but why? This why, that why. Are we questioning things we shouldn't be questioning? Are we looking for things we shouldn't be looking at?

These questions linger within our lives, left unanswered even though the answers are within our reach. This is the limitation we have placed on ourselves. By refusing to answer, we have chained ourselves to our own tragic stories.

We are the notorious villains of our own lives, constantly seeking someone else to blame—someone who may have misunderstood us, or whom we may have misunderstood.

Uselessness doesn’t come from being untalented or even from being too talented. It comes from a corner of our conscience that has overtaken our judgment, blinding us to what is right and wrong.