Mute

How can we not see? Able to listen, but deaf. Able to see, but blind.

Death is staring us in the face. The clock winding down, inevitable in every sense. And yet we lay around, moaning, despairing, arguing with ourselves.

The problem is in our heads, fighting over matters of no concern, rather than a purpose or a cause.

We’ve become lost. Lost in the sea of a dream, the American dream.

The vestigial memories stay with us. Can’t you feel the anger? The self-hatred? The depression? All for what?

Whatever was meant to happen, was meant to happen. There is no fix for this. It could never have been avoided, even if all of mankind and jinn were to try. So why be sad? All praise is due to Allah.

What would our lives be like without this? Before the stunning revelation of truth we once feigned to follow, our hearts feeling just as reluctant, slaves to the materialism of everything and anything that makes us happy.

Love, a complex word in itself, the societal definition of which obsesses appearance rather than mind, beauty rather than spirit, and skin rather than soul.

Money, the worthless physicality that mankind runs on, day by day, spending countless amounts for the evil which they so eagerly pretend to loathe.

For these reasons, life has become nothing but a simple game. Trivial matters which mean absolutely nothing.

Know that your time is now. It comes and goes, just as the pendulum swings, back and forth. We came from nothing into something, and will soon depart from something into nothing once again.

So be content with little, for life is nothing more than the deception of happiness and prosperity.