Musings - Open Post
Sometimes, the world doesn't seem so bad.
There are still traces of beauty left, in places. A flower growing in a rubbish heap. The red and orange hues at sunset. The stars... I love just lying back, in a deserted area, and looking up at the stars stretching in all directions as far as the eye can see. I look at them, and I remember when they were first created.
And the humans don't seem so bad either, then. A child giving his lunch money to a withered beggar in the street, a newly married couple smiling at each other for no reason, a young woman sitting in a church and holding on to the crucifix around her neck, faith almost literally shining to my eyes... moments like that are what made me so fascinated with humans in the first place.
But then there are moments when even I wonder what point there is in trying to find hope, when war tears countries apart and sets guns in children's hands instead of books, when the environment is slowly and steadily destroyed, when money and power and selfish materialistic things have taken precedence over values that were once held dear and I'm not even sure how to define humanity any more because it used to be a positive thing, once.
And then I wonder why I bother trying to find the remnants of positive things in humanity and the Earth anyway, because I have a duty to do and a horn to blow and a war to fight.
[also posted to damn_divinity ] [verse is the synechist /damn_divinity /armageddon plot but anyone can respond if they want to <3]