In this merciless and rapidly evolving society, there is scarcely any space to be candid with our own emotions. Instead, we are compelled to willfully suppress our feelings in order to keep pace with others. The immense difficulty and weighty responsibility of being true to our emotions are intrinsically understood. It is only in the aftermath of our disintegration that we come to recognize our true selves, and only when we are shattered do we perceive that everyone around us has long been broken. Yet, to endure in this frigid society, we must don masks and rigorously disregard these realities. Money, the quintessence of human avarice and depravity, becomes the yardstick of success and the ultimate objective of life. Like Charles Baudelaire, I yearn to perceive society through a paradoxical lens that discerns beauty within the grotesque facets of human existence, but as a mere cog in this vast societal machine, I find it impossible to escape a pessimistic perspective. Human nature is fundamentally flawed, and in this materialistic society where competition is our design, we are ensnared in an inescapable cycle of corruption. Just as Nietzsche’s proclamation that “God is dead” conveys not merely an anti-religious sentiment but a repudiation of traditional values, the assertion that “Society is dead” similarly implies that the prevailing conventional values hold no meaning whatsoever. What, then, lies at the terminus of the material pleasures we so fervently pursue?
Nietzsche: "God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?"