Truly, I do not appreciate in myself the fact that this may well be a portion of the truth. However, I would prefer to serve myself the honesty of replicating it, rather than living with it within me and not at least exhibiting a portion of the thought itself.
Everybody needs an enemy.
Enemy does not necessarily mean a sworn adversary-combatant, nor a rumorous and spiteful competitor. Enemy simply means a complex by which to keep one’s self sharp and engaged. And If this is the sadistic truth, then somebody ought to be disgusted, upset, or unhappy with your bubble of consciousness at all times in order to keep you sane and sound.
I most certainly do not aim this explanation at anybody specific in my life. I never would. The universality of the statement itself holds more water than any person-to-person accusation could ever bear. I merely ask the nameless reader to consider the reinforcement statement that, I certainly hope, makes my thought true.
How much less weight would that which you hold dear carry if the world around you was not in constant pursuit of destroying it?
As usual, pardon my tendency to over-poeticize the nature of our world. Just as Huxley so aptly stated in the twentieth century, I do most certainly hope this world is another world’s hell. To take the best parts of this world with me and leave the rest behind- it is my most perfect confirmation of my most fundamental deism.
I'm not sure if it's just that I'm naturally opposed to specifically the things that I tend to find in this society, or if no matter what the society was like I would continue to rebel against it. And I don't know if I'm against it just for the sake of rebelling, or if it's something less contrary and more innocent, just a sense of curiosity and a need to explore.
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