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| By lost_smiles | ||||||
| 05 May 2009 | ||||||
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These are thoughts that everyone has probably had, but no one really dwells to long on them. I have kept them in the same flow of order as they were origionally written, It jumps around a bit but the questions link to each other as they are. I also refer to wars because in the sense of the questions -in my own opinion- they are quite a good example. We spend 12 years of our lives learning things which are not our own thoughts, all in order to get a slip of paper which allows us to spend another 10 years learning other's thoughts and mind frames. Again in order to acquire yet another piece of paper that states that we are ready to go out into the world. Then when we get there it doesn't guarantee that we ill find a job but hey, say you do, you then work for the rest of your life in order to get more little pieces of paper which will help you survive and then you die. Now I’m generalizing... most people die without ever stopping to look at everything around them and actually see the world, the beauty as well as the destruction. We never take the time to feel from another’s point of view. We all listen but we don't actually hear. We can never truly know how another feels, their pain, or their love. We try to put ourselves in their situations but our own experiences block us to the ability to actually feel what they are going through, from their own point of view, since everyone reactions differently to everything around them. Is this what the world truly is? We see people killing, we see people dying, and we are immune to everything. We say those who kill in wars are evil; does that then make all of us evil? We don't personally know what the person with the gun is feeling... Is he numb? Has his experiences dulled his senses and blocked his emotion? Does he feel remorse? Does he even have a choice on whether to pull the trigger? Or does he do it in order to save himself? We are all capable of killing. We all have that ability. Most of us are just never put through the exact same experience the person behind the gas mask has been through. Most of us never will. Again a question, does he do it for revenge? There are a thousand possible answers. We never take the time to find out what they are. A soldier is just one killer among many others. No one thinks about them as individuals. No one looks into a soldier's eyes and actually sees what lies behind the wall which blocks out their emotions to the world. We all do that! No one ever takes the time to see into a person’s soul, and actually see what is in them. The good and the bad. We will never be perfect in the eyes of society in this world. We all know this yet why do we still persist and continue to try to be? We are our own worst enemy and we need ourselves to conform, we are always told that we are individuals yet we are treated as merely part of a crowd. We are told we are important, yet we are only important to ourselves. Why do we hurt each other when we ourselves know how it feels to get hurt? Why is our world so cruel? Why do we feel the need to kill? We all want wars to stop. But do we really? If everyone wanted the wars to truly come to an end, wouldn't every single person try in their own way to help the people actually doing something about the senseless killing instead of sitting at home watching it all on TV and shaking their heads in mock disgust? I say mock disgust because at the end of the day, no matter how much we all deny it; we are just as numb, just as cruel. At the end of the day we block out all emotion, just like the eyes that pull the trigger. Our reason... So we don't have to see, so we don't have to feel. Feel the pain felt by the victim dying from bullet wounds, or feel the heat of the gun on the hand of the now faceless soldier. We don't want to know why he does it, we don't want to know what he feels as he fights in a war which is not his own... A war which doesn't benefit him in any way except one. That only benefit is that he is lucky, for every single bullet he puts into someone else, isn't the one meant for him. He has been broken down into nothing as a person and thus built up as something in a war, just one single part of the problem or the solution. The only flaw is that in the end both sides are wrong. In the end all that is left are the bodies of people, both once innocent as well as soldier, now they are what they once started out as, just people. If the ones who start the wars saw the destruction of both sides, and the after effects, the lives needlessly lost, if they experienced the tragedy before they chose to start the wars, would they think twice? Would they end them before they begin them? Is this really all that there is in this world? In this life? They say the things we love are worth fighting for, but what happens when the things we fight for become the destruction of the things we love? Is it then still worth fighting for in the end? Are the damages really worth the actions if there could have been a better way? Is the life of a person mean so little to another that they can murder in cold blood? Does the destruction of a persons mind deem him irresponsible for his actions? Are we so cold and calculating that when pushed to the brink, the edge, the full capacity of our mentality, we commit the most destructive crimes? (Be it self inflictive or upon another?) What stops a person from taking their own life when they have the ability to take another’s? Is all in this life relevant to what happens to our souls after life? If our god doesn't judge like us then where do we have the right to judge others so unjustly? We know not what is in their hearts, souls, or minds. If we are designed in god's image, why do we have the ability to kill without it being a survival instinct, without being threatened in any way? Why do people use their lives to take and destroy the lives of others? We are all dying; every year every month, every week, every day, every hour, every minute... every second that goes by is one we can never get back. Its one minute, one second, closer to the final beat of our heart. We don't stop and think about that, why? Is it because we are scared? Scared of what? Scared of death? Or is the fear not of death itself but more of being forgotten? The fear that no one will care once they are gone? A fear of being alone? Why don’t people like to be alone? Are they so insecure that the presence of only themselves unnerves them to the extent of near paranoia? Are we so scared of being found out, being vulnerable, being judged even by ourselves, that we put up walls and masks to hide our true selves. If that is the case and no one likes or wants to be judged then why do we judge others in the same way? How come our fears become our vice which we then project onto others? Does it stop the fear consuming us alone? We put others through the things we greatly fear ourselves. Why does no one hear or see? Instead of just listening and looking? Why does no one speak out? For fear they will be rejected? Rejected by whom? Their friends? Their family? A stranger? Society? Why does society control so much of our lives? Why does no one ever want to read things? Why are words such an effort to look at when they are so relevant to our lives? Do people not have time to read? Why do they rush so much? Always trying to accomplish everything in the quickest amount of time, when all that leads to is a move onto something else. Do people not want to read because they don’t want to see a truth? Are they scared the words will hurt them? Are they afraid that they won’t like what they read? Do words really break so much? If words could leave scars, everyone in this world would be defaced and disfigured. So why do people –Knowing how it feels to be broken down and cut open by words- Why do they still use those words to against another? Why do people dislike each other? Is it because their personalities merely clash? Or can they see themselves in the other person and just don’t like what they see? Could their self loathing be the flame behind the hate? Can a person see their own soul in the eyes of another? Does their fear of themselves cause such malice? Is that why people put stereotypes on others? But wouldn’t that mean they are secretly labeling themselves? Is that why they label people? To put themselves into boxes? To be apart of a group? Is life really so hard to live as an individual with no one who looks or dresses exactly like you? Can people not be different and still be able to get along on some degree? Is compromise really so hard? Why are we so scared of rejection? Is the fear of not being liked strong enough to destroy a person completely? When will this all end? When will we actually break free from this one sided mind frame that we are forced to use by our society? People argue that the world is so diverse in their beliefs, that there are so many different views, but are there? Or are all the views just different versions of one merely changed in the slightest of ways? The world was once one and now is split; the people of the world were once one and now split. The history of our world has made it what it is today. Is that why our world now is so drastically destroyed? History always tends to repeat itself. Is this what is happening now? Are we reliving what our past has done?
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