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If I had to name one thing I loathe in regards to entertainment, it would be stories that depict conflict.
This thought always occurs to me whenever I watch dramas, listen to operas or read a novel. No matter how sophisticated the theme is, I feel disgusted whenever the characters misunderstand each other in a ham-fisted manner.
Our time is finite. No person can live forever. No matter how great of a human being one is—even if that person happened to be a flawless and all-knowing god or a superior life form of equivalent virtue, blessed with good looks and peerless intellect—the human lifespan is predetermined.
What lies ahead of us is sweet despair.
The harsh extinction of one’s consciousness. A nightmare that stretches into eternity. A snare that reaches into the void.
Every day we live, we edge one step closer to death. There is no guarantee that one will live to see tomorrow.
Every time I watch a story that wastes time on misunderstandings, I want to scream. Do they really have that much time to spare in their lives? Do they have nothing in common? So why do they do it? They may invent feelings and concoct encounters, but in the end it is all about themselves. Instead of paying any heed whatsoever to the person they misunderstood, they focus solely on their own story.
Is there really anything in this world more terrible than dying out of lack of anything better to do?