![]() I know a man who is blind to the agony around us, completely obliterated in his vision to understand the needs of anyone except himself. ![]() Isn’t it why, it is all god’s will for the poor? Isn’t it why the rich donate ten times more for a cause in times of despair? Take away power from a man, and he will hardly be courageous enough to point fingers, or put blame on anything that is human. The flawed morality of our condition, that we have to present the best version of ourselves, and not the true version, how much a conflict does this create in our heads?Īre all our flaws supposed to be hidden away, in the wooden chest, locked in a dark place no one is allowed to go to, and despite all our efforts to stay away from that place ourselves, how much in it do we actually succeed? Is inhumanity the very thing inherent to us that makes us human after all? And if it is so, do we need to feel ashamed of this? Or do we just accept it and move on?Ī lot of people cope with this, and I know because I do the same, by pointing fingers at others, calling folly supposedly out of goodwill, always, and I mean always from a position of power. “No way out”: The very reason we set limits to our vicious nature. What I am asking is don’t we all know what cruelty all of us are capable of? And if we know this, what makes us the docile victim on days we lay flat on our beds, often curled in a ball hugging our knees, welling up with disappointment that there is no way out. Someone once said, To err is human, but do we all feel inadequate at times is not the question I am asking, our internal fights with our demons is none of my concern today. ![]() I often wonder if this constant nagging in my soul, telling me of my monstrosity, my own shortcomings, my numerous failures at being what is expected of me is it an indication of my ugliness or the truth of all humanity, all human beings? A boy has to slip into the shoes of a man, whether the shoes fit or not, whether it is for show or for real.Ī girl has to metamorphose into a woman act her age despite being years away from that age. The transformation rigid and icky-uncomfortable to say the least.
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