A human being is not born with clarity. We are not hardwired like the animals, built to act, react, survive, reproduce, and rest. We are, instead, “live-wired“, born into the chaos of potential, cursed with the burden of choice, of reasoning, of awareness. From the first moment we open our eyes, we begin to ask.
Why does the sun rise? Why do I feel? Why do things die?
This thirst is noble, but it is not gentle. Because the more we ask, the more we know and the more we know, the more we suffer.
Animals do not suffer existentially. A deer fears the predator, not its own insignificance. A bird builds a nest, not a philosophy. But we ? we build belief systems to explain the pain of being. We write poetry to cry through symbols, art to bleed silently, and we call it beauty.
We are wired to crave happiness, to seek fulfillment. And yet, the more we pursue it, the more elusive it becomes. Every desire granted gives birth to another. Every summit climbed reveals a taller mountain. Every truth uncovered leads to more shadows.
The mind! this magnificent machine is also a mirror to the abyss. In stillness, it echoes with ancient fears. In movement, it races into future anxieties. Rarely does it rest in the present. We are haunted not just by what is, but by what could be, should be, never was.
And so, we build. We build careers, families, temples, stories. Hoping to cover the silence between the stars with meaning. But that silence? It persists. It waits.
What then is the answer? Maybe there isn’t one. Maybe the tragedy of consciousness isn’t meant to be solved, but simply witnessed.
To be aware, truly aware, is to suffer. But it is also to feel wonder.
And maybe that is the point. Not to escape the void, But to dance on its edge.
Not to silence the questions, But to sing them with courage.
Not to erase suffering, But to find beauty within it.
Because in the end, Maybe the only thing more tragic than being conscious Is not being conscious at all.
Perhaps suffering isn’t the enemy, but the contrast that shapes happiness into something real.
