Humanity is an abomination, a sadistic agglomerate of pitiful beings on a power trip. But for all the bad there is, there is still the good as insignificant it may be. The kindness that is so rare yet acts as a ray of light in the abyss. To give, to sympathize, to relate, to empathize. All of that, as inconvenient as it may be for the one who does.
The good in this world, however, is discriminatory. So much, that I find myself oscillating between either loving humanity for their good, or hating them for their evil.
You can't call for it and make it see you. It only rescues those that it finds. Sometimes you're just far too deep down the hole. Sometimes it didn't bother looking through the other side.
And all that you have left once all is done is the abyss, and as you look further into it, you become part of it. As part of the abyss, your purpose becomes to drag others with you. Drag others through the suffering you went through, all while you were calling and yearning for help.
I call to all of you, who have waited and waited without purpose. Our existences without salvation.
Would you love the world, for the good that exists in it, yet still hasn't found you? For the possibilities, for that which hasn't happened but still can? For you to promise yourself the surge of a better world, a world where people like us shall rejoice in pleasure and be kind and loving with each other?
Or would you hate, hate the world, hate humanity and crave its demise. For your pain to be known and understood by all, so that it shall be met across all dimensions of existence. So that in the end, nothing remains.
You can only choose one.
The good in this world, however, is discriminatory. So much, that I find myself oscillating between either loving humanity for their good, or hating them for their evil.
You can't call for it and make it see you. It only rescues those that it finds. Sometimes you're just far too deep down the hole. Sometimes it didn't bother looking through the other side.
And all that you have left once all is done is the abyss, and as you look further into it, you become part of it. As part of the abyss, your purpose becomes to drag others with you. Drag others through the suffering you went through, all while you were calling and yearning for help.
I call to all of you, who have waited and waited without purpose. Our existences without salvation.
Would you love the world, for the good that exists in it, yet still hasn't found you? For the possibilities, for that which hasn't happened but still can? For you to promise yourself the surge of a better world, a world where people like us shall rejoice in pleasure and be kind and loving with each other?
Or would you hate, hate the world, hate humanity and crave its demise. For your pain to be known and understood by all, so that it shall be met across all dimensions of existence. So that in the end, nothing remains.
You can only choose one.
