I wonder many things as I walk down that beautifully silent road by myself. The glow of the orange streetlight dimly paves the way as it highlights a wave of snow which gently graces my downcast forehead.
It's one of those moments where you pause, breathe, and enjoy the esoteric beauty that few are not blind to in this world.
And yet, while my heart tries to enjoy something incomprehensible, I still feel that buried feeling of discord resurfacing.
At the risk of sounding like a pessimist/misanthrope/cynic, the blindness to the effect our actions have upon one another sicken me.
I love life and I deep down want to love everyone no matter who they are. Deviating from my usual moderate stance on everything, I truly believe in inherent good.
Everyone, from the murderers to the initiators of genocide, in my honest opinion, were good at some point in their lives. Even psychotic killers gravitate towards what they existentially believe is righteous.
Sadly, when we all strive for personal happiness, pain is resultant. I've seen it to the point where it's become trite. It's disgusting how over time, we lie to each other. Through those lies, we lose trust, we become jaded to joy and even life itself.
I've seen love in its purest form being discarded, women damage themselves consciously, and the most painful lifeless look in the empty eyes of a human shell.
Sometimes the extreme polarity of humanity is too much for me to handle. I want to sit somewhere and laugh, cry, and scream into the dark night. I guess absurdity in this case is amortized only by an absurd gesture/release.
I guess I can't escape the stereotypes of youth nor the aforementioned self-sabotage. I'm an impetuous hopeless romantic laying down random thoughts at 4:14 AM.
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