Iceman

If you ask me whether I am happy now, I would tell you I am upset. Terribly upset. So upset that I have contemplated quitting. But that is of no matter. Because I am a civil servant. And being a servant means I am paid to do work, not to feel happy or sad. I am obliged to fulfill my duties, not to feel happy for what I am doing. We are mere pawns, robots, tools, and we are not supposed to feel anything but work. Welfare is but an illusion, a delusion. Corporate needs come first. I am the Iceman.

Where I should go

It is a constant reminder of my present state and the past that hovers behind, that I have to plan for my future. Meaning may be a social construct, but I still must push on. What do I want to do from now on? I am done with the depths of depression for now, and I must surge. But to where?

Why I am not religious

I am not against Religion in any sense, being one of the crucial opiate of the masses, it's the human-centric-ness of it all that I am reeling from. Everything centers on the human and the rest plays second fiddle. Science, on the other hand, resonates with the Natural World, in that humans are mere paltry things that figure as importantly as the blade of grass that I've just stepped on. Humans are bodies of Nature, after all.

This coincides with the shift from pagan cults to the Religions that we see today, the former as being blasphemous and everything.

Humans are the viruses of Mother Nature, and she has engineered a virus within a virus. Such is the power of Nature, but would it be too late, too weak? Or would humans recant their selfish nature and realign themselves with her again?