It is tragic how beautiful and ugly human are at the very same time. The
beauty of the lines in our hands makes me cry, the ugliness of how
rarely, if ever, we notice their beauty makes me cry. We take everything
for granted, not just the lines in our hands or the veins underneath
our skin, but the bigger things too; ourselves, each other, even life
itself. It is heartbreaking how we turn against each other and
ourselves. Why do hate each other so much? Why do we turn against each
other? To hate another human being is to hate yourself, to hate yourself
is to hate humanity. We are united in our existence and even in our
death, we are the same with only a hint of something unique. So why do
we turn against each other, why do we turn against ourselves, why do
turn against humanity? If we turn against humanity, we are our ending
itself. It only makes sense, we are the beginning and we are the end.
Where do we begin, where do we end? Every human is like a blank canvas
that has the potential of becoming a beautiful landscape yet what we all
do is paint a mess of something beautiful and something ugly, the light
and the darkness blending together, forming no landscape but a mess of
something. We can never be whole, it seems to be set to the stone of
humanity that we will always be broken in this way of ours. I wonder,
what it is that makes us this way. Most heartbreaking is how nothing, no
words, no nothing will ever make us realize it until the very end. We
are so blind, so deaf. The truth exists inside all of us but we are too
blind, too deaf. We are united in our existence, in our beginning and in
our end, in our doom, for we are the beginning and the end, we are
doomed to end us. It’s a tragedy to be human.
I can’t help myself. I can’t stop the thoughts, the words from flowing.
My head is filled with thoughts about humanity and life and I can not
silence them, can not stop them from flowing. All I can do is write down
every thought. It terrifies me to have such thoughts, to know such
things. I can barely believe me myself, so I don’t want to share these
thoughts because I don’t know if anyone else will believe me or agree
with me. But what can I do? These are my thoughts and nothing more,
nothing less. Only my thoughts.
Your thoughts are beyond beautiful and insightful. Never stop writing them down; I will never tire of reading them.
ReplyDeleteI get scared by all the thoughts and realizations in my head, as well. It happens less often now, though; I fear I've gotten too weary to try and capture them in ink. But sometimes I feel so tapped into the cosmicality of the universe I don't even feel like myself.
Thank you so much for saying that. I'm never sure if I should post some of my thoughts here at akk because I'm afraid people will misundestand me completely. But I'm glad at least you won't ever tire of reading them. ♥
ReplyDeleteI've been always having such thoughts, ever since I was a child and it has been such a weight to bear, to have had such thoughts ever since. Some thoughts just feel too, I don't know what's the right word, perhaps a bit too 'flamboyant' for such a small person. I often wish I didn't have such thoughts. I'd rather not have them. Ignorance is a bliss, indeed, in some cases.
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