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I know good and evil, for I have aided their causes.
I know malevolence and benevolence, for I have enacted both.
I know every emotion, for I have felt them all.
I know sympathy and empathy, for I have shared their connections.
I know truth and I know deceit, for I have walked in the light of each.
It's funny how in the human condition we end up making the same mistakes twice or even three times. Logically, it doesn't make sense for us to be in such a dilemma since we're such advanced and complex creatures I guess. Here we are, studying our history and trying our best to learn from our mistakes...but at the same time, we're still trying to pull the same shit.
Whose eyes are we really pulling the wool over?
There had been something that had stayed with me for almost six months now. Something that lingered on my thoughts, and I dwelled on for so long.
And it sucked.
I must have been putting myself through some sort of strange self-torture. Like a heroin addict who wants to quit, but just can't seem to see anyway of getting off the stuff. The past couple days I felt pained to be feeling like this, to be thinking like this. I really couldn't see anyway out. But then last night I realized I had been in a similar situation before, indeed, a couple times before. This is the purpose of history, this is why memories exist. To give us our own little versions of Encyclopedia Britannica in our heads that we can use as references for when we need to know things. Andrew Gorrell - Vol. 3: 2004-present. And the solution is right there in black and white, clear as the fine print on crisp white paper.
When I had come to terms and finally let go of what I had suffered under for so long...I felt better. I didn't feel like I was losing my mind. I didn't see myself in terms of feathers or scales. I realized I wasn't living in a world of long forgotten souls and unrelenting burdens. I felt more grounded in my being than I had ever felt before. I could love life without looking up to some invisible overseer in the back of my mind and saying "Am I doing this right?"
There is inherent beauty in the world, one just has to find the clarity to see it.
There is joy in the simplest of things, one just has to take the time to notice.
There are solutions to a lot of the problems we face, we just have to look a little harder sometimes.
I know malevolence and benevolence, for I have enacted both.
I know every emotion, for I have felt them all.
I know sympathy and empathy, for I have shared their connections.
I know truth and I know deceit, for I have walked in the light of each.
It's funny how in the human condition we end up making the same mistakes twice or even three times. Logically, it doesn't make sense for us to be in such a dilemma since we're such advanced and complex creatures I guess. Here we are, studying our history and trying our best to learn from our mistakes...but at the same time, we're still trying to pull the same shit.
Whose eyes are we really pulling the wool over?
There had been something that had stayed with me for almost six months now. Something that lingered on my thoughts, and I dwelled on for so long.
And it sucked.
I must have been putting myself through some sort of strange self-torture. Like a heroin addict who wants to quit, but just can't seem to see anyway of getting off the stuff. The past couple days I felt pained to be feeling like this, to be thinking like this. I really couldn't see anyway out. But then last night I realized I had been in a similar situation before, indeed, a couple times before. This is the purpose of history, this is why memories exist. To give us our own little versions of Encyclopedia Britannica in our heads that we can use as references for when we need to know things. Andrew Gorrell - Vol. 3: 2004-present. And the solution is right there in black and white, clear as the fine print on crisp white paper.
When I had come to terms and finally let go of what I had suffered under for so long...I felt better. I didn't feel like I was losing my mind. I didn't see myself in terms of feathers or scales. I realized I wasn't living in a world of long forgotten souls and unrelenting burdens. I felt more grounded in my being than I had ever felt before. I could love life without looking up to some invisible overseer in the back of my mind and saying "Am I doing this right?"
There is inherent beauty in the world, one just has to find the clarity to see it.
There is joy in the simplest of things, one just has to take the time to notice.
There are solutions to a lot of the problems we face, we just have to look a little harder sometimes.