Manufactured by: Stupidity

I was born into this life, and I had no choice. I was gestated more or less for 9 months, not knowing why 9 not 8 or 10 or any other numbers because the genes were set to be that way.

I didn’t get to choose how complete are my body parts, how I look like, which sexes, the color of my skin, color of my eyes, what orientation.

The family I was born into was not mine to decide. Not the language, not the ethics, not the food we eat, not the things they belief in, not the tradition.

I grew up learning things people taught me, without knowing the meaning. The brain absorbs everything. And the understanding comes later, after they put perspectives into my head. Their perspective. Their emotions.

I have been fabricated. Have been manufactured.

I don’t know why I do things they way I do, I have always lived that way. I don’t know why I like the things I like, I just know it makes me feel good. I don’t know why I hate certain things very much, I’m just sick of them.

I don’t know why everyone does it but everyone does. Grow up, try to be good, go to school, get a good job, mate and marry, breed children, let them grow up, tell them try to be good, go to school, get a good job, mate and marry, breed more children... It’s the pattern of life. When you can follow it, they call it a ‘success’.

We are so fabricated. So manufactured.

To every Why we can’t answer, we say god made it that way. To every happenings we can’t control, we think god set it that way. The truth is when we don’t have an answer, and when we don’t have control over things, insecurities start to rust the peace of our mind.

It kills, to not have a peace of mind. So it is natural for human defense reaction to overcome insecurities by inventing a form of invisible, indescribealbe, unimaginable, unexplainable form of superior being. They call it God. I call it the system.

The system rules itself out. Things go in order or not in order, they will just go on. In the end it all ends with an end. Hell is a state of fear, heaven is a state of mind. And no state will last forever.

Nothing is fair, nothing is unfair. Good things happen and bad things happen. It’s nothing personal. You’re only part of the system. In the system everything is a series of chance of probabilities. Where many favorable, unfavorable, and improbable things can occur.

To believe it or to not, it doesn’t matter. You have already been fabricated, been manufactured. We are just products of different factories of stupidities. I might be confused. And you’re no better.