Reaping the Whirlwind

It’s like a whirlwind.

We, humans, choose to suffer when we know exactly how to end the agony and sail in the sunset for our ‘happily ever after’.
We all are hungry for the drama, no matter how small it is.
Living in a manner that can be considered crude, is our trademark.
I think there is familiarity in the behaviour and a little solidarity in knowing that I am not the only one digging my grave under the sky full of shining stars.

We leave the warm embrace and then question our sanity, our certainty.

‘One can’t make the other person hollow and not expect them to buzz’
And surprisingly we are all buzzing, we are all victims.
Who is the criminal?
Or we are just the classic example of ‘self-destruction’.

O mankind, where are you headed? Are you lost?

Yes.
No.
Maybe.

Or

We are just reaping the whirlwind.