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In humanity's great rush for the future, we forgot the most important thing that we could possibly forget. However, as we had forgotten about it, we did not think about it, which eventually led us to this.
Poetry does not exist anymore; neither does music or any fictional literature at all, because such phenomenons are all based on emotions and feelings, which do not exist. Not anymore.
We operate as we have for centuries; we wake up, go to work, go home, sleep, wake up, and so forth. No one really knows why any longer, but that is irrelevant. It is what we have done for centuries, ergo the norm, and the norm is all we have to tell us what to do. Without it, we could not function. It is said that humans used to say that about emotion, but we have no need for emotion. Not anymore.
I do not feel. I have never felt, and therefore I am unaware of how feeling feels like. I only know that I have never felt it because if I had felt it, I would have felt it. It is what is said about feeling and emotion; that you could feel it. But I cannot. No one can. Not anymore.
Although, I have read about it in ancient books, probably from the 19th and 20th century. For a while, such books where hidden away so that we would not risk to read them and be 'inspired' (whatever the meaning of that word is) to feel; however, that was soon considered unnecessary as no one sought them. No one cared any longer, because the feeling had already begun to fade. I know that the books speak of feelings because they use those strange words, and they describe them; 'anger', 'stress', 'happiness', 'feeling low'. I soon stopped reading them because they were meaningless; they all took it as for granted that I, too, felt, which I have never done. They wondered why, asked for my emotions, and I tried to explain that I do not feel. They denied the truth I presented to them, and therefore I stopped reading them; they denied the norm, as no one does. Not anymore.
This is where humanity's great rush for the future has led us; this is what happened when we forgot the most important thing that we could ever forget. But I do not care. No one does. I have no opinion; there are no opinions. Not anymore.
This is the story of how we lost the most important thing we ever could lose, the one that makes a human human; this is the story of how we forgot we were human.
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This was a really interesting story, and I especially like how you write about the fact that no one seems to question the fact that they... don't feel. How no one ever reads and how no one sees a problem in that.
ReplyDelete"This is the story of how we forgot we were human". Wow.
(Is this perhaps a prolouge to a story you will continue to write? :3)
That was rather what I was hoping to adduce, so I'm very glad you noticed and like it!
DeleteAt first it was intended to be a short-story only, but later I have been thinking of writing additional short-stories to supplement this one, and who knows, maybe it will grow into something even bigger. I often think of writing more than I actually write though, so don't get your hopes up too high, but maybe. I can almost promise at least two additional short-stories though. c: