To My Inane Soul

“Think about the absurdity of life.

When you break down the things we do every day to their component pieces, you begin to understand how ridicu­lous they are. Like kissing, for instance. You wouldn’t let a stranger off the street spit into your mouth, but you’ll swap saliva with the boy or girl who makes your heart race…

We shave our legs and pluck our eyebrows and slather our bodies with creams and lotions. We starve ourselves so we can fit into the perfect pair of jeans, we pollute our bodies with drugs to increase our muscles so we’ll look ripped without a shirt. We drive fast and party hard and study for exams that don’t mean dick in the grand scheme of the cosmos.

Physicists have theorized that we live in an infinite and infinitely expanding universe, and that everything in it will eventually repeat. There are infinite copies of your mom and your dad and your clothes-stealing little sister. There are infinite copies of you. Despite what you’ve spent your entire life believing, you are not a special snowflake.

Somewhere out there, another you is living your life. Chances are, they’re living it better. They’re learning to speak French or screwing their brains out instead of loafing on the couch in their boxers, stuffing their face with bowl after bowl of Fruity Oatholes while wondering why they’re all alone on a Friday night. But that’s not even the worst part.

What’s really going to send you running over the side of the nearest bridge is that none of it matters. I’ll die, you’ll die, we’ll all die, and the things we’ve done, the choices we’ve made, will amount to nothing…”

An excerpt from We Are The Ants by Shaun David Hutchinson.

lol.. no I didn’t write this amazing, mind-blowing piece of certitude rant! I don’t even know if I am allowed to use this excerpt.. but whatever.. this book is one of my favorites and wanted to share it.

Incase you have already read the book.. you’ll see how I was inspired to write this Triolet*-

It’s your fate to be forgotten,
Soldier of this abysmal race,
One midst billion fathers fallen,
It’s your fate to be forgotten,
From a corpse in a shroud rotten,
To a grain devolved into space.
Its your fate to be forgotten,
Soldier of this abysmal race.

  • *A Triolet is a poetic form consisting of only 8 lines.
  • Within a Triolet, the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and the 2nd and 8th lines do as well.
  • The rhyme scheme is simple: ABaAabAB, capital letters representing the repeated lines.
  • To read some more triolets, visit http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/triolet.html

Author: Riya

Trying to feel and make you feel "NOT ALONE."

20 thoughts on “To My Inane Soul”

  1. Very well written, Riya! Also, I love the title!

    Please look up WW3 on my blog. It’s been initiated by David and you might like to participate.

  2. oh wow this is extremely a different theme of poem. this was sooo good riya, how have u been?😊 great seeing you writing soo well.

    1. Thank you anushka!!!💕 I have been healthy and extremely bored 🥲what about you? are you enjoying vacations or drowning in exams?

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