We humans are a weak, deplorable, defenceless species. Replete with faults, shortcomings. Full of doubts, fears, insecurities.
The anger, the greed, the jealousy, the envy, the fear - these are what set us apart from those so-called lesser species. These base emotions that we so often frown upon, these make us what we are.
Hidden under those layers of lies and pretence; buried under those masks; fortified behind those walls; we are all the same. Fragile and powerless. Haunted by nightmares. Fighting off those demons that stalk us in the dark. Every single one of us. Desperate for help and support. For love. But what comfort can one weak soul provide another? What comfort exists in empty promises, false flattery?
And so we live meaningless lives. Fight meaningless wars. Exist.
Because in the end nothing really matters. Nothing at all.