Toy Story of the Absurd

I could list down the things I've learned from Toy Story Saga, but there's one lesson that sits at the top of Mount Zion of lessons: the idea that nothing really matters.

You see, the adventures of Woody, Buzz Lightyear and Co. are fascinating to behold; Toy Story provided us an unforgettable portrayal of friendship and family which smashes the line that distinguishes the two. I could boldly say that childhood is amazing, because of these inspiring animated characters.

Ignorance is a bliss, as they often say.

But as i grew up, i realized that i was backing the wrong conceptual horse, and ignorantly missed the underlying aspect of Toy Story: the existential dilemma of finding out that they were nothing but replaceable chunks of metal and plastic, draped in pieces of cotton bound to be discarded once they fail to amaze their human owners, such as Andy.

The human owners will grow someday, and toys had numerous pre-determined destinations when they're not useful anymore; fortunate toys like Woody and Buzz gets to be transferred to new owners. Other toys might find themselves soaking deep in a garbage can, or end up in a huge box situated in a darkest, gloomiest part of the house called the Attic.

What's even terrifying is to realized that toys and humans aren't that different; instead of metal and plastic, humans are bags of biological meat, and desperately searching for an ultimate goal in an absurdly nonchalant universe.

The universe is wide and huge that it doesn't care about the grievance and jubilation of mankind; sorrow, passion, happiness and love are nothing but emotional circus fueled by chemical interactions in your mind that renders them untrue and unreliable. And those lofty ideals that most people hold so dear in their hearts; nationalism, order, justice, freedom, equality and truth are nothing but pointless chase created by insignificant sacs of meat in the grand scheme of things.

You don't matter. We aren't special.

Humans are basically an amalgamation of nonsense that survived and thrived by destroying other species.

You will die alone, accept that.

Have the thought crossed your mind?

Imagine yourself in a hospital bed, completely unable to move, with dextrose and pins pierced in your skin, while you see your love ones or anybody who gives a shit of you dying, and no matter how you eagerly try—you can do nothing but shed tears and moved your lips to express the words you regretfully left unsaid?

For the last minutes of your existence-- what you have are bunch regrets and what ifs, swirling on your mind; and you slowly realize that nothing really matters. You're not important. Your feelings are void and nonsense.

But thats really fine. nothing really matters.

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