Non-Fic I silently cry every time? The irony of an observer.

At some point in life, we meet a random someone or should I say, experience a random event that would leave a deep imprint in your mind, and that event for me, I can neither explain nor say, even describe or fathom how or why?

All I know is that I accept evil and good happenings in life, whether those happenings bring me pains or joys; I shall know that evil is our innate failure to overcome destructive urges and good is our innate struggle against those destructive urges. And I who knows this, and when I see someone I am acquainted with or a stranger I yet might to know to succumb under their own evil, rather than feeling bitter against them, I feel like crying.

An immense amount of sadness surges through me, and I can't describe this feeling now and then; all I know is that I am conflicted with my beliefs: Are we truly worth the lot? Are we not vermin plaguing this bedridden paradise? Are we not failures repeating the same failures? I begin to have a scary thought that... why must I feel such guilt and discomfort watching evil rebel, even though I myself am evil?

I asked, I used to truly pray with my heart, but now I don't... and never will... again. Never again will I hope for these flawed creatures who can't even save themselves from their own undoing. I will not say I am a saint nor am I demon, but I'm just like any average person you can find in this world, yet each to their own uniqueness, I find all Man beautifully flawed. Sometimes, in moments like this, I cry inside, only to wipe off the shame with bitterness, just as Pontius Pilate did. I struggle no longer, so I condemn myself in abandoning you in the days of your life as I regret this choice everyday, and one day, someone other than I shall bring you salvation from yourselves for you need not to blame the circumstances, only yourselves.

An ironic observation of an observer among observers.

 

Can't tell if this is a quote or just really chuuni...

 

Hmmm. At times like this I simply sleep such thoughts off. Or drink coffee.

 

Is this a story? This kinda reminds me of Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates

 

Why is this so long..

 

100% chuuni

 

Youre a legid Masocist. You know how to feel pleasure by self torture.
Know yourself and grow. Acceptence will relate to bliss..

 

Um... someone translate.

 

They lost faith in society/humans i guess

 

isn't because we hated by life itself from the beginning?

you see no matter what we do,we are not those chosen elite that can change the world,but at least you can tried to save that you can reach,like people in this forum,that's why keep give positive feedback.

 

Guilty because you didn't do shit...

 

You should look at history for it has all the answers we need

 

Everyone has a history, and within each history comes the goodness of the will, but most of these goodness is hidden in plain sight by the evilness of the will; the will not to act against one's own evil is evil itself in its marvel. History has wonderful moments, but what about those who were swept away by those wonders? The guilty and innocent are all the same, just victims of their own undoings. We make history from the evil of our own resurrection, and only good prevails when we struggle, and if we don't, then be reminded of all the histories in the world.

"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing." - Edmund Burke

 

There is no such thing as evil or good, right or wrong, justice or injustice there is only desire. Desire is the end and beginning of everything

 

It is not desire that begins and ends everything but instance.
Desire is immaterial, but instance is the material driven by the immaterial.
The instance we act sites cause and effect, and the instance we don't act does the same.
Desire can be classified to our own concept of good (constructive) and evil (destructive).
We act morally to control our desires from inaction.
We act ethically to control our morality from inaction.
Everything begins and ends with the instance of action and inaction.

 

I honestly don't know what I'm saying but here I go. Everything stems from humans. Humans stem from desire. We were born from desire, and cannot remember a time when we were without it. So habituated are we to desiring that we are not conscious of our desires, which only register if they are very intense or if they come into conflict with other desires. Meditation may not in itself prevent us from desiring, but it might give us a better insight into the nature of desire, which, in turn, can help us to disengage from unhelpful desires. However, desire is still within and can never be fully extinguished from ourselves

 

Cying aint wrong crying is a manly thing to do.
I am a manly man who cry manly tears~~~

 

Isn't that instance?
Nothing was truly proven were or how we came into being, and we all came into the conclusion: It just happen we exist.
The instance we exist is also the instance of human beginnings and ends.
I am not saying desire is not a fundamental cause of how things are today, but what I'm saying is that desire cannot physically change the world. The instance that desire undergoes action and inaction, only then can there a material beginning and end.
That's why I'm sad, because free will is what binds us into misguided inaction and destructive action.

 

bruh... what did you smoke? I want some

 

A man who cries is not a man..... he just a normal living being