The Artificial Intelligent.
The world is a sad place. We all are trying to make sense in this mess. There are magnitudes of emotions unevenly distributed amongst us. The programming is so haywire that we have stopped thinking about the process but only worry about the products which we produce through these actions, the products obviously being money and the materialistic charms that come along with it.
And in all this rush to be a successful prototype of a human being so maintained, we have stopped manufacturing real human beings. Apologies for using the industrial terms but when I look around, all I can see our factories driven via cultural, religious and materialistic business models. The morals and ethics that should have been one of the most important consequences of our evolution have been disregarded as excreta while the materialistic produce has been enhanced time and again.
It could quite easily be understood by hypothetically assuming that there are two human beings, one more successful and happy in terms of this society-driven ideology while the other one is not so successful in these terms but has excelled in the genuine attributes of humaneness. Now, the former will always be cited as the perfect role model while the latter would obviously be avoided, if not openly declared insane.
Since the developmental stages we are made to believe how important it is to reach that pedestal of success but never to actually live. We are so striven to make big in the eyes of the world that we play blind for our very eyes. The idea to live a life, to plan everything with so much enthusiasm is so grand that we don’t realise that we’ve been doing all this only to die in the end.
I sometimes wonder, why do we fear death? Isn’t it the most inevitable reality we should have had made peace with. But the answer lies in this machination of human beings. We are always programmed to live a life as coded by these cultural and social stigmas which snatches away the originality with which every human being is born. Everything is preplanned, we just need to step up our levels accordingly, which mostly includes, job, marriage and money. And in this predestined procedure which one must follow, we somehow destroy the innate sense of a person we are born with. We keep on hoping that someday we’ll be able to live according to the pleasures of that original self and when that original self never realises itself, we fail in actually living the way we were meant to. This is when death knocks at our doors and we realise how foolishly we’ve sustained this pretentious life while never actually living it. This remains true for both types of human beings; the money bearing and the insane, the charming role model on display as well as the philosophical, dead beat human being; for both the kind do realise the ostentatious shadowing somewhere along this journey.
This is also where the paradox plays in. Man is a social animal. No matter how much he loves solitude, he cannot function without society. He needs people. He needs the acknowledgement and most importantly he needs love. Hence, even if he tries to break free of all this societal dilemma, he won’t be able to sustain the life he was originally meant to, leading to either madness or death. And so he is always trapped in this cobweb of possibilities which might have had happened in case things were not as stringent as they seem to be.
This calls for a perfect synchronisation between society and the individual in order to fulfil the very basic idea behind every human being. And it is in this that we have miserably failed. The more we advance technically and economically, the more we fail to fulfil the moralistic obligation of being human. The tendency to express desires in sync with those of the society cuts off the wings that every person is born with, humanising his angelic essence, and even this humanity is slowly poisoned to be completely ruined.
Of all the animals in this planet, we were gifted consciousness. This consciousness could have proven to be a boon for the prosperity of the planet while still maintaining the narcissism, but we chose to use this gift only as a curse due to which we are in such a state. Today, though we can proudly proclaim that we are the most gifted animals, we are slowly and gradually losing this advantage to our own destruction. We have brains but we are not allowed to think. We are free yet chained in these imaginary cuffs. We see a bird and envy its ability to fly, not even realising that we ourselves have cut those wings off.
Maybe, after all, man choses to be miserable and there is nothing that can be done about it. But hope, after all, is what keeps the journey durable.
