Notice the capitalization on man, flawed. Dear Mother Earth, why allow the frozen wastes to thaw for this species? We might just kill you as fast as we kill each other. I pray for you as much as I pray for those around me, and I pray that one day you raise the storm that will allow us to wallow in remorse. Yet in the meantime, let me write more "pointless" trash because the high and mighty keyboard just gets so damn bored (and i'd rather not see your scary ass).
I would enjoy going East 14th on people- but maturity is where it's at and frankly I'm a lover not a fighter. Now I would love to hear what everyone's idea of maturity is. Should we express ourselves through passive means (i.e. talking shit, Facebook blogging [it's the new journal and diary so get over it, and it's a lot more than what you'll ever amount too] x-ing out and excluding an individual?) or should we go full blown out and chunk it? So medieval. Well I think it's just too much funking around for anyone to understand that each and everyone of us is wrong and that the other person is the better one. So I give up; it seems like some of us aren't ready to accept that pride and has gotten the best of all those affected. Greed and pride are the enemies people, not each other.
Yet the dichotomy of man- the contrasting of our hearts and minds blurs and the lines separating fact from opinion, neutrality versus being biased, and lie from truth may be smudged in that fuzzy, grey area of insecurity and self-doubt. It's a deep dark area when it's instilled in our soul that no one knows their way through. So we cling to what we know best when the dichotomy blurs, and that is ourselves-even if it consists of hurting everyone. Yet what of when you aren't sure of who you are? I'm glad I'm going through this midlife crisis now and that the majority of it is over. The only way my dichotomy's constant meshing will throw me off will be with a single person, and that is between me and whomever that person may be. Anyway, when we blur is when we are at our weakest. At our weakest is when the Sins come for us, and they thrive off our drama. They thrive off our ignorance and hatred for the words and actions that fall in the dark and in the light.
If it doesn't make sense, let me bring it down to this- everyone just drop it. Forget the things we said, forget the things we did, embrace the gradual de-escalation of all sides as positive progress, not as signs of submission. Drop it all and don't come at me with "take it like a man" bullshit, tell me how it is because I'll tell you, wether I write it, speak it or act. First off, I ain't down with that machismo bullshit, I'm Mexican and I've seen the darkest things a human may ever do unfold in front of my eyes. Go ahead and think I'm not hard because I never claimed to be. You know why? 'Cus I'm real and not a fake so get with it. Hop off that gangster lean and hop off that "he said, she said" nonsense because those people are just as contrived as each and everyone of us on the inside. I never wanted to say it, but for all the people out there who should grow up and give in, keep your minds and hearts at bay from each other, think before you speak, act before you react, drop your guard before you raise your sword because the only one playing us is life. Now Mother Earth, a storm of swords if you will, pin them all to the ground with your fury and plant the benefits of our doubts as signs of hope (don't ask me what that even means, it just sounds right). Now people of mine, give up just for a night and face the darkest parts within you if only to accept that maybe, just MAYBE we we're wrong. I don't know, but if you find my body in a gutter know that it's because my friendships got blurry, and please publish my notes as memoirs.
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