How is that anger working for you?
You, with your morality that surely lifts you high above all others, how is the view from up there?
Does the anger help in disguising your own failures or shortcomings?
Does it soothe your head like a soft pillow when you lay down to sleep at night?
How does it feel for you when you are pointing fingers at him, her and them? Is it the elixir you were searching for? Does it set you free?
How is that hatred working for you?
You, of the greatest group of people in the history of this failed experiment called “humanity.”
Does the hatred bring you love and joy or does it simply numb all your senses?
Does it massage your fragile sense of good and evil or does it prick it to the bone?
How does it feel for you when you condemn others for their differences? Does it hide the fact that you are just as different as they are? Does it open up the bars to the cell where you are self-confined?
Are you innocent of hatred or are you guilty of false love?
Are you at war or in a state of false-peace? Is there a difference?
Does your conscience guide you through the misguided passions that fuel you or is it just a way for you to feel as if you belong, are noticed or are acknowledged as a living thing?
Are you, all of you, superior? If that is so then why do you lower yourself to an animal’s standards? If you are high above the black, white and the grays; then why are you confined to a world without color?
There is a difference between good and evil – the definitions should be simplified. Those who want to live in peace with others and those who want to destroy others – it’s not so difficult to judge which is which. Or are you so frightened that you cannot see wrong from right?
Are you so stoned that the line that separates reality from fantasy has been blurred to the point of blindness?
Oh you are educated!
You are so worldly!
You are so in touch with peace, love and acceptance – do you leave your doors unlocked to your home?
Are you so twisted in who you are that you are blind to see the evil in the ones standing in front of you?
Are you so twisted in how superior you are that you fail to see the humanity in the ones who stand before you?
When you see a man with a gun in his hand do you protest or do you stop and think, “What brought him to this point, would you like to discuss?” most would shoot before they get shot – it’s the survival instinct. Have you ever been in that situation? Have you ever had to choose between kill or be killed?
How is that anger working for you these days? Do you truly understand just what it is you are scared of or are running from?
How is that hatred working for you? Are you still projecting your self-hatred onto the innocent? You cannot feel their wounds; their cries are drowned out by the screaming and cries in your head.
It’s time for your morally superior, superiorly educated and loving self to look around and to see just what is needed in this world.
Is it more hatred towards the simple or is it more education for the haters?
Is the need to educate yourself to understand that it is not for you to judge whether he, she or them are or innocent simply as if they are playing a role that appeals to you.
Life is more complicated than what is taught in a classroom or in a house of worship. Each life on this planet or beyond, is individualized and unique. Your arrogance screams that you are aware of each and every thought they posses.
No one person is always correct and no one person is above any other.
Love is NOT all we need. It takes more than love to understand the reality of this world.
We must strive to attain a deep understanding of reality, to attain the strength to admit right from wrong and good from evil – no matter the consequences.
“In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can’t build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness, I hear the ever approaching thunder, which will destroy us too, I can feel the sufferings of millions and yet, if I look up into the heavens, I think that it will all come right, that this cruelty too will end, and that peace and tranquility will return again.”
― Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl