In the past, I was an idealist.
I always believed that human heart was special. No matter how tainted it was, even in the most evilest person, I wanted to believe in the will that resided inside their heart.
I thought human are defined by their heart, as it would affected their behavior and how they socialized, what values they believed, how they interpreted things. I wanted to believe that all of those came from the will that dwells inside their heart.
You can call me a romaticist, but I honestly believed we all have goodness inside us. The sacred thing that lies outside of logic and profit-loss rationality.
I believed in the goodness of people, that despite being a hypocrite, they must had that special part of them, no matter how miniscule it was, that always thought about the well-being of other people.
Never once I thought on how outside interferences can affect someone's will... and how easily it can turns affection into abandonement. Empathy into apathy.
As if it worths nothing.
I think I finally get a glimpse on why the riches always seek to hoard more money, even if they know they won't be able to use them all in their entire life.
Those money symbolize the entirety of their life, their achievements, their... believe.
A reminder on how fleeting and cheap the values people believe as the truth, horribly inconsistent that we try to seek something more solid. Something we can count. Something, that even when the person itself has turns into ashes, will still have values that we can appraise and generally acknowledge.
As if they were desperate to find something they can anchored themselves inside this swirling mass of ambiguity and everchanging values called "life". A murky swamp that even the brightest light cannot reaches its bottom.
per ardua ad ruina.
I underestimate the power of money
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Sherrynity
I see no God up there… other than the chaotic void, Male
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