You might not own the time to look outside your window... but if you ever do look outside, can you see the people that exist with you? Can you sense their souls speaking to Life just like yours?
There seems to be nothing in common between you and the people you see. You don't care what they see around them. When you die, they die too. Your belief is different from them. They shan't feel your pain if you are hurt. That is what you believe.
You will get angry because these people don't care about your ideas and existence. Depression overcomes you. You begin to analyze the common items you have with these people: you have eyes, they have eyes too. You have a face and a body, and so have they. But why can't you accept them? Why can't they accept you?
Then you begin to imagine that the world is not for you after all, but for the people who cared only for themselves. Or so you thought. You feel that the existence of mankind, including yourself, is actually a mistake. You could have been somewhere or be something else. Life with these people disgusts you. As the flames of depression and anger burn slowly in your mind, you begin thinking that if there is ever a switch button that could trigger the destruction of the World, you would be the first to push it.
KA-BOOM! What is left for you then?
What have you done? Wouldn't it have been better if you had looked at others the same way you wanted others to look at you? How long have you forgotten about the hearts you wounded, the bonds you have cut? Does it hurt you to say sorry to or accept apologies from another? Have you lost your eye-sight to the clouds of discrimination?
There is no hand to lead us anywhere anymore. The marionette of lies shall keep on dancing on humanity's hatred and ignorance, until the children of Man learn to recognise their brothers and sisters and cease to outcast each other.
There seems to be nothing in common between you and the people you see. You don't care what they see around them. When you die, they die too. Your belief is different from them. They shan't feel your pain if you are hurt. That is what you believe.
You will get angry because these people don't care about your ideas and existence. Depression overcomes you. You begin to analyze the common items you have with these people: you have eyes, they have eyes too. You have a face and a body, and so have they. But why can't you accept them? Why can't they accept you?
Then you begin to imagine that the world is not for you after all, but for the people who cared only for themselves. Or so you thought. You feel that the existence of mankind, including yourself, is actually a mistake. You could have been somewhere or be something else. Life with these people disgusts you. As the flames of depression and anger burn slowly in your mind, you begin thinking that if there is ever a switch button that could trigger the destruction of the World, you would be the first to push it.
KA-BOOM! What is left for you then?
What have you done? Wouldn't it have been better if you had looked at others the same way you wanted others to look at you? How long have you forgotten about the hearts you wounded, the bonds you have cut? Does it hurt you to say sorry to or accept apologies from another? Have you lost your eye-sight to the clouds of discrimination?
There is no hand to lead us anywhere anymore. The marionette of lies shall keep on dancing on humanity's hatred and ignorance, until the children of Man learn to recognise their brothers and sisters and cease to outcast each other.
"SITUASI" BY BUNKFACE is playing in my mind today.
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