this beautiful world

I no longer know what, or how to feel anymore. It just seems that with my learning of the psychology of people these days, I feel that my compassion for them has detached itself.

Weak. Helpless. Angry.

Its what I feel.

I keep questioning myself, asking myself questions that I cannot answer. I ask myself why people react the way they do, why they do not preach what teach. Interestingly, I ask myself the questions that I personally do not know the answers to.
I have not lived 20 years in this world, but I’ve seen much more than anyone can, or rather, care to see.

In the pursuit for monetary wealth and material comfort, many charge blindly up the stairs of advancement. To get better in their craft, do more and better things, all in the name of money.
Be noted that I am talking about a very particular, and unfortunately, rapidly increasing group of people, and not stereotyping about humans.

It’s a little unnerving to see people getting corrupted by the very things that they have created. Humans created currencies, the act of exchanging money for goods or services. Many claim to say that money is the root of all evil, but the truth is, who created money? Who decided that things had to have a value? Indeed, without currency, without the ability to judge one’s value and make it available for exchange, perhaps we would still be stuck at the prehistoric times of cavemen and barbarians, never advancing.

Money is not the root of all evil, it is weakness in man to succumb to their own inner demons that is to blame. It was intended to aid and facilitate the hassle of barter exchange, but some saw it as a way to show one's strength, as a weapon. Man’s very own lust and desire for comfort, for material wealth, whether is it for showoff or for personal comfort. For teenagers, and fashion-seekers, the pursuit for wealth serves nothing more than to aid them in their endless demand for material gains, hoping to buy items so that they may be as ‘cool’ and ‘hip’ as their other friends. Again, fashion, another demon crafted by the very hands of Man.

For adults, the need for money may be nobler, as they have families to feed. But many a time, I have seen them all so willing and ready to sacrifice a stranger just to satisfy their own children’s needs and worthless demands. “Hey, we mustn’t lose to that other kid!” Life then becomes an endless competition, an eternal struggle, a war, even. I have seen that form of competition and fight in many animal documentaries on national geographic.

Amusing.

Does it then mean that the manifestation of Man’s foolish lust and desires have degraded us to nothing more than feral and unthinking beasts?

It is everywhere. No matter where I turn, humanity’s ugly head never fails to reveal itself. On the trains, people push others just to secure their own seat on the train. When they see some who need the seat much more than them, they suddenly feel so ‘sleepy’, and decide to take a nap. When they see a busker playing his instrument on the streets, they mock and ridicule his physical appearances and musical abilities behind, or even sometimes, in front of him. They think he’s some participant from ‘Just For Laughs’.

Why?

Why have people become like that?

Personally, I’m not one who’s in for pets. I am an animal lover, but I’m not a pet-lover. Why should people keep animals as pets? Removing them from their natural habitat and way of life, feeding them fat and unhealthily, just like the owners themselves.

And why?

Because the people are bored.

Imagine that.

You deny an animal, a living being much like yourself, of its livelihood, feed him fat just like a stuffed animal, under a humiliating lease and muzzle, perhaps, all for your sick and selfish satisfaction and temporary happiness.

And we do that just because such animals are incapable of independent and advanced thought, and are incapable of defending their lives and their freedom. If they do get too dangerous, a ‘jab’ ought to make them shut up a little, eh?

You can choose to turn away from this article, criticize the author for all its worth, but you cannot deny the truth that resonates in every word.
Not looking at it does not make you correct; criticizing it does not make you any smarter, denying its existence does not make it an illusion.

That is truth.

It is sad.

But life is such.

Many do not have the ability to choose, or fight for what they truly need in order to live a full life, and those who have abundant strength use it in any way they will, and others can only hope that the small flame called compassion and kindness still flickers in their small encased heart.
Thankfully, there are others who may not have the knowledge of how badly decomposed this world is, but their hearts are pure and kind. And I can only hope that their hearts will remain free from the demonic shackles of ugly humanity.

Take care.