The VR

 Living is just an elaborate process of not killing oneself. Every once in a while, man must confront himself in front of a mirror, and find a complete blankness staring at him from the distance. Otherwise days pile up over days past, leaving man imprisoned within his own meticulously designed sweet VR set, never knowing when the set will get discharged and will shut down itself.

The VR set I'm talking about has got many tricks up its sleeve. Even the act of walking out of the room after waking up has got its own vices. Man walks out in order to make food, do charity, make love, feel at home with the world. In short, Man walks out of his room in anticipation of something... Where even the nature of our world clearly presents that it is not a "thing" per se to begin with. Man perceives a continuously changing world as a stillness, Man's sweet VR converts the 'flow' of the world as a 'stock'. So you get up, schedule your meeting at 1 o'clock, order pizza, yearn to get home to your loved ones. Someone dies, we weep. Someone is born, we are ecstatic. We are caught between our own makings of a tiny differentiated version of a vast indifference.

But Man has to walk out, right? Man has to eat, wash, shit, cry, drink, smell good, smell horrible or smell nothing at all. Man has to walk out bearing his defeat in mind, bearing the burden of living, and wait for the burden to grow heavier each passing day, until the time of collapse arrives. Wait, wait and wait patiently! Because He who can wait possesses the power to dethrone any God, be it Death, be it the Anti-death - the Living. There is truth in that VR-less waiting while everything around you passes. Keep the burden on your back, make it heavier, because when it is time to unburden yourself, you shall know that Death is just a friend long lost. Death takes Man, but he is not snatched away, he goes silently like everything passes, bruised and killed but undefeated.