The Way of Things..How Cruel...
Every time I look into the the world, there are always people doing things that are simply wrong no matter what religion, race, or walk of life you find yourself belonging to. Still...I try to keep at least that little portion of my dignity and integrity safe from outside pressures.
This brings me to my question: is it wrong or narrow-minded of me to walk as straight a path as I possibly can? Am I stupid to believe that real promises exist and can be counted on to ring true? More and more I get the feeling that maybe I'm just naive to believe in such things and all those silly preachings that you hear and try to uphold as a child are just simply that..silly preaching.
It pains me to see the ugliness of life...and I'm sure it is perfectly natural to..
People come to this realization as they progress through life...but up until recently, I've tried my best to deny it. I know its stupid but for some reason I'm having a hard time accepting. For a long time now I've pondered this subject and denied it it's victory...but...
What happens when its no longer just the rest of the world pouring its darkness onto you but the very people that you've trusted? What happens if its the ones you hold most dear in your heart that gives you the same slap in the face? That cold slap the world has delivered unto you a dozen times before? What if they keep pounding it in the more you resist? What do you do then? What happens when you finally come to the conclusion that you really are alone? Can you still keep fighting that losing battle then? Or will it kill you inside? Will it crush what little spirit you have saved up?
It seems grim to me...because even the strongest oak weathers away eventually...its simply another one of those most foul inevitabilities that you have to live with..all the while you curse under your breath because in a moment of weakness to had to fall before it...and for those who have lived, this moment has probably played out billions of times over the span of billions of lives. If some divine power created us, he/she/they did not give us free will to make choices...he/she/they gave us intelligence to mourn the choicelessness of life. We were not given the gift of love, just the pain and conflict it seems to welcome...and anyone who has ever loved, whether it be paternal/maternal or otherwise, will know that well.
This brings me to my question: is it wrong or narrow-minded of me to walk as straight a path as I possibly can? Am I stupid to believe that real promises exist and can be counted on to ring true? More and more I get the feeling that maybe I'm just naive to believe in such things and all those silly preachings that you hear and try to uphold as a child are just simply that..silly preaching.
It pains me to see the ugliness of life...and I'm sure it is perfectly natural to..
People come to this realization as they progress through life...but up until recently, I've tried my best to deny it. I know its stupid but for some reason I'm having a hard time accepting. For a long time now I've pondered this subject and denied it it's victory...but...
What happens when its no longer just the rest of the world pouring its darkness onto you but the very people that you've trusted? What happens if its the ones you hold most dear in your heart that gives you the same slap in the face? That cold slap the world has delivered unto you a dozen times before? What if they keep pounding it in the more you resist? What do you do then? What happens when you finally come to the conclusion that you really are alone? Can you still keep fighting that losing battle then? Or will it kill you inside? Will it crush what little spirit you have saved up?
It seems grim to me...because even the strongest oak weathers away eventually...its simply another one of those most foul inevitabilities that you have to live with..all the while you curse under your breath because in a moment of weakness to had to fall before it...and for those who have lived, this moment has probably played out billions of times over the span of billions of lives. If some divine power created us, he/she/they did not give us free will to make choices...he/she/they gave us intelligence to mourn the choicelessness of life. We were not given the gift of love, just the pain and conflict it seems to welcome...and anyone who has ever loved, whether it be paternal/maternal or otherwise, will know that well.