Help does not help a person.

It provides for him to stay unserious.

Unseriousness is what society labels "normal".

It is the real state of 99.99%+ humans who

are living and breathing as of this moment.

One's real state is the

Truth behind the illusion of

what they think is "their state".

For thought is the biggest lie there is.

Because one can cook up almost anything through thought,

unseriousness comes in many, many flavors.

One may be happy.

One may be happy-go-lucky.

One may be having it easy.

One may be prized, coveted, or successful.

One may be chasing or climbing the ladders.

One may be subserviently catering to the other.

One may be going through hard times.

One may be depressed or even suicidal.

One may be in a state of constant

emotional upheaval or going through

multiple outbursts a day.

One may be suffering the weight of

loss or anxiety or trauma.

There are really endless

EXCUSES

available to be unserious.

Sounds, harsh, yes?

I acknowledge it does.

But is there any other way to state it?

Any cushioning will be providing for the unseriousness

of the reader who found it "harsh" in the first place.

So there is no other way but to state things

simply, for what they are.

For the Truth about being

unserious is the

simplest...

Unseriousness is not a symptom or disease.

Unseriousness is worse than the worst disease.

For the person is neither dying or dead.

They are undead. Like a zombie.

Help is the mortar that glues together

chunks of unseriousness, providing for a

cozy yet sturdy foundation for

for the mask that is a human's Self.

The foundation is laid very early in one's life.

The constant fortification makes it

strong enough to stand multiple lifetimes.

Too "bad",

his mortal body only lasts a lifetime.

Or else a human would be unserious for eternity.

Help is available in as many varied forms

as the excuses for one to stay unserious.

Help from parents.

Help from friends.

Help from the boyfriend, girlfriend, partner, or their "ex" versions.

Help from Society.

Help from teachers, professors, counselors, or mentors.

And of course...

Help from the Internet.

Help from help for help to help.

There is no end to help available for an unserious human.

I will tell you this.

It is almost destiny.

As long as the tiniest microbe inside a human organism

is unserious,

As long as the nano'est nanoliter of the cytoplasm of a humans'

very last unserious cell is provided nutrition,

"help" will be magically made available to him.

And as long as he keeps saying -

yes, thank you! - to such help,

he will steer clear of what truly needs to be done.

He will roam around the avenues of the Mind.

He will rise and fall, rise and fall,

coast for a while, then go back

to rising and falling.

Then suddenly one day,

he will do the only

Serious thing...

... Die.

Thank you.