Life itself is wrong
Have you had enough?
Are you tired?
Aren’t you weary?
It’s over. It’s finished. We’re left just going thru the motions. We’re shells without insides. We’re like a fine oil painting, but upon looking closer, we have thousands of hairline cracks. We are cracking from the inside as well as the outside.
If you don’t know this, you’re not honest. You’re dulled. You don’t ask enough questions. You are blind to your own predicament. You might be seemingly lucky, but what you really are is superficial. If you do know this, you are in pain. You suffer. You might put together a life of sorts, but none of it seems quite right. You might even be ok. You might even master the art of living, but this just keeps you going in an illusion. There is still something deeply wrong. You are wrong. What you are doing is wrong. Life itself, for you, is wrong.
Now, not only are you cracking on the inside, but the outside is cracking as well. The world is convulsing with pain. The heat is up and the kettle is beginning to shake. The pressure is building. Big, scary happenings loom in the future.
And now, what is there to hang onto? What is left? If there is no meaning, as there seems to be, then what is there? If there is meaning, how is it found? If it is found, has it been corrupted and is not the real thing?
We have a dilemma. It is not enough just to survive. Something more is needed.