Tragedy of Wanderer

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“Nature has no emotion, nature is raw, it plays by no rule, and it never cares who dies and who lives. We are born with no emotion, it is only once we realize how helpless we are all alone in the world since our birth, we learn to pretend, We learn to devise various ways to claim our means of livelihood. Nature in wild is raw, it kills and get killed and bothers little about mayhem around, it flourishes upon dead and alive alike.  We learnt to manipulate the nature, we learnt of emotions, we made ourselves believe in terms of love, hate, fear, power, rage, anger, pain, and so on… nature has no emotion, it is hungry it will kill its own child and feed itself, there’s no anger in it, no pain, no fear, no rage. Nature makes love and once satisfied it eats own mate like a ritual. We had devised emotion with a strong faith that it would help us rule upon nature, we would set up gods to guard upon us who would control the nature in return for us. Gods made by us, out of nature, to control nature, to guard us and help us rule nature in return for we would pray to those gods to let us do so. Alas! Nature plays by no rule and the moment it wishes we and our gods are left buried somewhere in wild wrapped in our manipulated emotions. Nature doesn’t cry upon dead, nature doesn’t celebrate life, it just continues, like a zombie sleep-walking across a dark alleyway.”