A certain living and breathing creature, categorized by its own kind as 'human'. But wasn't the name "human" also given to them by humans themselves?

This particular category of sentient organism constantly brings new things into reality. But did reality ever approve of these things? Are the mechanics of human society even compatible with existence itself?

In the end, aren't we all just assets of nature, alongside every other living thing in this world?

It is so confusing. Even something as simple as p̸ͥ̆̋e̤͔͎̙͇̾́a̪͔̹̻ͤ͆̊͒ͨc̵ͮͥ̈̋͑è̴̤͉̾... Why is it so difficult to obtain?

Who is there to blame? Myself? Only a small portion of a being? Humanity? Or nature itself?

Shouldn't everything be fine by now?

My name...? Does it disturb you? Why?

After all, did you not create this language, dear organism called Human?

Or are you brave enough...?

I wonder how feelings were installed into our existence from the very beginning of birth: fear, sadness, pain, happiness, love, pride or ego...

Is it only a cover over our existence? Or is the feeling itself merely a showcase?

I wonder how I even came to wonder about these things in the first place. Will these feelings ever serve any purpose?