​in nature there’s no tragedy-morality is a lie

You have no morals, not even empathy.

You don’t truly care about anything. Morality is a lie, a mask you wear to avoid looking into the chaos within you. In nature, there is no justice, no rules. Whatever can survive, survives. Whatever is weak, dies. Time doesn’t care about you, it won’t stop for even a moment, and you simply drag yourself along with it.

And life? It’s merely your endurance to withstand the inevitable. Each day you wake up, you’re closer to the end, one step closer to nothing. The strong aren’t good or bad, they just exist. The weak have no place in this game. It doesn’t matter what you believe, because the outcome is always the same.

You wake up every day without thinking about it, but someday it will be the last time you open your eyes. No one knows when, not even you. Your life passes by, and you simply follow the routine as if it will last forever. But it won’t.

Every cell in your body works tirelessly to keep you alive, yet deep down, you know your body has already begun to decay. You may not feel it yet, but you are already deteriorating. Your flesh betrays you with every passing second. And those memories you think are yours? They will fade. One day, there will be no one left to remember you even existed. Whatever you lived through, whatever you felt, will vanish as if it never happened.

This is life: a gift you never asked for, a gift many struggle to reclaim once it’s taken from them so suddenly and violently. A gift that others long for, desire, and chase with desperation. While others see it as a curse, a burden they need to get rid of, and they’ll do anything to do so.

What’s the point of it all? You are born, live for a while, and die. Whatever happens in between is lost without leaving a trace. You turn your gaze towards the future, hoping for a change, for something that will give your life meaning. But hope is an illusion because all that exists is the void, the empty path to the end. Whatever you strive for, whatever you dream of, evaporates before you can reach it because no matter how long you wait, there is nothing for you.

Because it just happened. You happened to be born, to breathe, to hope.

They say hope dies last. Hope dies first. There’s no point in hoping, everything is already programmed for you. Every choice you make is just an illusion because you can’t truly change anything.

You’re just a player in a game you never asked to play. You happened to be here, following rules you didn’t create. And no matter how hard you try, the outcome is always the same.

So, no, I have neither morals nor empathy. What use are they in the face of the void? Sensitivity doesn’t save anyone, and morality is just a weight that drags you deeper. There is nothing to hold onto, nothing to guide you. No matter what you do, in the end, you are alone against a world that never cared.