Why are people in the world so angry? What do they have to gain from the anguish? So envious and jealous of each other. Zealous to see others suffer. They are choosing the hard way.
They toughen and clench their fists closed so they can point fingers, rather than softly open a gentle hand so they can help. They find humour in hardships that do not belong to them yet anger in the hardships that do. Still there exists no compassion. No empathy. Just black and white views in a colourful world. So much more to access.
So many people wanting a stake in justice yet not one lives justly themselves. Punishment is their only concern. Suffering and karma. Young children being hardened with thick skin, so the blood does not flow as fast through their hearts. They are taught that love is a weakness rather than a strength.
They see grown adults laughing at the failures of others, as if someone else's suffering was profitable. Maybe to some. They want executive power over the lives of others yet not one would see their own liberty perish the same way.
They call us generation snowflake. A word coined from the film "Fight Club". A film which glorified anger and violence as a means to expression, yet the one thing they told us we couldn't do was talk about it. They don't want us to talk nor resolve our issues peacefully. It puts them out of a job. Who would subscribe to violence if people learned to live in peace? They love their subscribers.
We live in a world where the softness of love is abandoned for the hardness of hatred. They build themselves up because they think that strength is bigger body mass when really it's the bigger mass of love you have to give. You see, they want survival of the fittest but no one remains fit forever. We all die. Surely there must be more to life than simply surviving?
I should be taking up MMA like other guys my age; entertaining and exciting a crowd who only want to see two people tear each other apart for money, and they foolishly pay good money to see it, too. I prefer the things in life that touch my spirit and make me feel joyful. I don't want to hurt anyone else but they laugh at the thought of me.
Why do I feel like I am the only one who perceives the wrongness in this? Why do I feel abandoned and alone; hopeless with no where to turn. Why am I here? Despair is all I feel. I do not feel comfortable or at ease. The more judgemental people are, the farther away I feel from what's right.
That's when it got me. I remembered that feeling when all hope was lost. When the bully had won. When all dignity was stripped and taken from me and I still stood there, caring. That was the real me underneath. The bully tried to steal from me, and I always felt like I had lost something to him but he never really took anything. I was shook up for a while but I grew stronger and wiser. I learned to keep my head up; never to look away in fear but to look them dead in the eye with love instead. This startled them.
They never robbed me again. Despite everything they could possibly do to strip me of my possessions, they could not steal from me the most valuable thing I had. My love within. Surrounded by darkness, that's what we are. We are covered in layers of anxiety and fear but when all our armour has been stripped away, what remains is pure love. I still believe there's a glimmer of hope in all of us.
