What does it mean to be 'human'?
In the truest sense of its word, with all its slights and shortcomings, its prizes and consolations, displayed (correction:splashed more like it) across the canvas of your life?
What is it?
Think about it
Or don't
Its up to you.
I don't think I can handle a sad answer to this question.
But you can very justly ask me why would I ask such a question if I know this isn't going to end all rainbows and butterflies?
Maybe when you are too 'okay', you need some reality check. Something to ground you back to your roots.
There is never a perfectly justifiable excuse to why we do things.
What is it to be 'human'?
For me its the helplessness, the uselessness of our oh-so-perfect and fool proof plans.
What is going to happen is decided by a higher power, looking down upon our lousy selves, telling us each second that our plans are as flaky and baseless as a dust particle in the wind.
But oh, the temptation of vice, the voices that call you towards evil are too strong sometimes.
Some days are worse than the others.
Yet, the temptations never go away. You can say no to them once. Twice. Thrice. Repeatedly.
For many days. Many months. Even years.
But how long?
One day, you will wake up all pure and chaste from your deep sleep and find yourself indulged, perhaps a little too deep, into the vices that frighten you.
I am scared.
To death.
I look at those faces and wonder are they afraid? They don't seem like it.
Do they not know the consequences? Do they not care for them?
A moment of silence.
A silently exhaled breath.
Temptations are too strong for a mere simple mind to fight them. There must be some weapon that one could acquire to equip oneself to fight off this darkness.
Or maybe it is just a sign from up above to give up to the greater plans that run our lives.
Give up and admit defeat.
I better put the weapons back in the safety of their locks and strut silently like a dejected veteran towards imprisonment.
It is the fear of sadness that stops me though. Well, something has to.
In the truest sense of its word, with all its slights and shortcomings, its prizes and consolations, displayed (correction:splashed more like it) across the canvas of your life?
What is it?
Think about it
Or don't
Its up to you.
I don't think I can handle a sad answer to this question.
But you can very justly ask me why would I ask such a question if I know this isn't going to end all rainbows and butterflies?
Maybe when you are too 'okay', you need some reality check. Something to ground you back to your roots.
There is never a perfectly justifiable excuse to why we do things.
What is it to be 'human'?
For me its the helplessness, the uselessness of our oh-so-perfect and fool proof plans.
What is going to happen is decided by a higher power, looking down upon our lousy selves, telling us each second that our plans are as flaky and baseless as a dust particle in the wind.
But oh, the temptation of vice, the voices that call you towards evil are too strong sometimes.
Some days are worse than the others.
Yet, the temptations never go away. You can say no to them once. Twice. Thrice. Repeatedly.
For many days. Many months. Even years.
But how long?
One day, you will wake up all pure and chaste from your deep sleep and find yourself indulged, perhaps a little too deep, into the vices that frighten you.
I am scared.
To death.
I look at those faces and wonder are they afraid? They don't seem like it.
Do they not know the consequences? Do they not care for them?
A moment of silence.
A silently exhaled breath.
Temptations are too strong for a mere simple mind to fight them. There must be some weapon that one could acquire to equip oneself to fight off this darkness.
Or maybe it is just a sign from up above to give up to the greater plans that run our lives.
Give up and admit defeat.
I better put the weapons back in the safety of their locks and strut silently like a dejected veteran towards imprisonment.
It is the fear of sadness that stops me though. Well, something has to.
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