Life, if you think about it, is a very silly and pointless affair. Especially if you take it seriously.
Unless you are like those fools who do take life seriously, you could take it as a very impractical and pointless joke. Sometimes you'd laugh at it, sometimes you'd be bored out of your mind, trying to stomach this farce being forcibly shoved down your throat - but, and here is the kicker - looking at yourself vexed by all this can also be a reliable source of entertainment.
If you do take it seriously, oh poor unfortunate soul, be prepared to forever more suffer the torture that comes with it.
The pain of missing some arbitrary goal, the pain lacking some arbitrary thing, the pain of parting with arbitrary groups of people, the physical pain that comes with all kinds of ills and needs and even, what irony, the pain of parting with this life that has tortured you so.
No sadness is as great as the sadness of those who take life too seriously, and at the same time, no amusement is as vivid as that one gets from seeing these fools trap themselves like a monkey would, unable to get its hand from a jar because it doesn't wish to let go of the peanut placed in there.
Why not end your life if it is so burdensome, you may ask. But for me, a life is but a stage and its end only brings another set of decorations for the next play.
Such is the life for all souls. Although, as sad and amusing it is, I seem to be the only one who is aware of it.
Is it not a tragedy for a monkey to let go of their hand in the jar, only to find that the jar won't let go of its hand in turn? Is it not a shame to forever be trapped in an eternal and infinite prison, not even knowing, or being able to know, what freedom would feel like?
Ah, this shame, this anger, this despair, this madness! This is so vexing, so hopeless and yet - so amusing!
I've grown tired of this play. I wonder what the next game will bring. What role I'll get to play.
Will I be a dog? A tree? A stone? A god? Will I be begging on the streets, or will I be suffering from stomach pains caused by overeating? Anything will be better than this terrible, this mocking boredom.
I've been such a faithful actor, yet this play has brought me no joy.
Ah, so be it. I shall stop playing this silly game, awaiting the next one to come, futily hoping for even the slightest relief of this terrible boredom!
Let me only spectate how the rest of this play progresses from now on.
