We are only as alone as we perceive ourselves to be. Everyone hurts and feels pain; we are all just victims of life. The ones not worth spending time on are the people who never try to get better or rise above the pain to spread love the way it should be spread. I try to see the suffering people never talk about; the pain that only surfaces in anger or rage and acts of violence against others. There's not enough done in advance to mitigate that pain; nobody there to catch many of these people as they fall and instead of learning to rise above it all; they stay down and become worse.
We become slaves to the pain and hurt and instead of blaming it, we blame each other; we hate each other for simply making mistakes bred by suffering and trauma. The only way people are going to have equality is when all people suffer equally and everyone is made to see the similarities in all people rather than the apparent differences.
From subconscious to conscious; from conscious to word; from word to pen; from pen to paper; from paper to eyes; from eyes to conscious; from conscious to subconscious. Insanity is a state of mind which every human suffers from, but few realize their own insanity or the insanity of those around them, for some forms of insanity are considered to be the norm. Mankind has chased insanity since the dawn of our existence and now we see it staring us down; our demons unleashed from Pandora's Box at our own curiousity's request; those that come before us setting the pace for our insanity by following the paths of those that came before them and them before them. Our suffering; entirely our own creation, though far removed and the creation of a different generation; when will we waken from our cooperative nightmare and begin to truly experience life as was first intended?
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