Werewolves

You are walking amongst the wolves
because you have to,
and I am wretched,
watching you bare your warm neck,
your milk-pale skin
to the wolves, with their iron-jawed grin.
Your resistance excites a thousand macabre fantasies,
in which you only exist for their pleasure;
the hapless victim in this cat-and-mouse game.
They want you, they have you
and they will play with you.
Torture you for your screams
and break your will, they shall.
Oh yes they shall. Look,
you can see it in their eyes
where the hunger never dies...
red, with blood-
lust.

And I look in the mirror, into my blood-red eyes,
and shudder.

"To be or not to be?"
"That is the question."

And that question,
will be answered soon.


Time moves in ever-closer concentric circles. Its not so much that Time speeds up, but that Life ceases to amuse and surprise. What once gave such joy now fades into the obscurity of routine and commonality. It does then seem that the human soul ever-searches for novelty. Thus the very real fear of those who find happiness; fear, because to them, happiness is in direct variation to that transient sense of novelty. Thus, to solve this conundrum, all that one needs to do, theoretically, is to not equate novelty to happiness. Easier said than done, as die-hard addicts to the happiness=novelty will testify. But, if one were to find pleasure (or happiness) from the comforting existence of constants, (e.g. Friday badminton games, Saturday walks in the park, Sunday post-church activities with her) the sum total of happiness would be far superior to the brief moment experienced upon discovery of a novelty. But equally at the same time, those who subscribe to the view that happiness=constant, novelty will bring turmoil and the subsequent loss of happiness (although perhaps, significantly less).

(the [flawed] assumption in the above paragraph is that quantity of happiness experienced is the same per unit time regardless of source.)

But empirically,
why do we get bored?

The streaks of monotony that taint this life are viewed with a distaste. Why? It is not so much the negativity towards monotony that creates the distaste, but the experience of novelty that creates the craving for more, and thus the distaste for a lack of novelty. Therefore, just like a drug addict, we need our daily/monthly/annual dosage of novelty to feel truly alive. Hence, all one needs to do, is not partake of novelty and wean oneself of the drug-like experience. Unlike a drug, however, one cannot choose not to have, or when to have, novelty injected into Life. Thus, we are all doomed (or blessed, if you wish) to experience novelty.

Also, not so unlike a druggie, who the hell wants to stop the novelty-induced highs?

Are we then condemned to go through life craving novelty and fearing the subsequent withdrawal symptoms? Condemned to experience the fullness of Life and despair at the subsequent emptiness? Perhaps not. Finding a balance between the two extremes might provide a key to this labyrinth of despair. For the less philosophically inclined, the two extremes are: (1.) Novelty = Happiness , therefore Loss of Novelty = Loss of Happiness, and (2.) Constant = Boredom = Unhappiness.

If one can somehow moderate the extremes, I posit that this parameters are superior:
(1.) Experience Novelty = happiness,
Loss of Novelty = the once-novel item/situation/person becoming constant
(2.) Constant = neutral, not = Unhappiness

Thus, an analogy that might be used here is:
The constant is like walking.
Novelty is like occasionally being able to fly first class.
You wish you can fly first class all the time.
But you don't hate walking.

Hating to walk because you can't fly first class is like a spoilt child who really wants to go to the playground a 5 minute walk away, but doesn't go because his dad ain't driving him.

Key underlying assumption that the child has in his mind: He deserves to be chauffeured around

Moral of the story: Grow up.