Are you ok, son?

I don’t understand why we must do things in this world, why we must have friends and aspirations, hopes and dreams. Wouldn’t it be better to retreat to a faraway corner of the world, where all its noise and complications would be heard no more? Then we could renounce culture and ambitions; we would lose everything and gain nothing; for what is there to be gained from this world?

Are you ok?

No… we have everything we wanted. Means to make the world a better place, power, wisdom, science… and yet poverty, exploitation, war apartheid, slavery exist.

In the pursuit of great, we failed to do good.

Are you ok, son?

No… I understand that I am limited by circumstances… and yet I tirelessly keep doing my tasks as though I am in control. Am I actually free? or controlled by my history, body, social relationships, material conditions, and environment?