A Ramble Through the Fire

I remember a time when we didn't pick sides. There was no pro party or con party, but there was just individuality, a certain type of unique that was so sweet and charming in its own way that to know that people prefer being at each other's throats over petty ideology instead of thinking freely and acting of their own will kills any and all hope. Ever watched a candle burn until the wick that's burning turns into a black crisp before wilting and drooping downwards, the flame barely clinging on for dear life, right before the instant it extinguishes? That's all I see.

There isn't a sense of judgement, just a dictatorship ran by an ape and his idiotic ideology of leadership heading up to the gates of Pandora's Box that he foretells holds a brighter future, but in crashing open through said gates and opening said box, there's only death and darkness on the inside. You'll find no light; no source of hope, and although darkness holds no properties for reflection, those who are misled to the point of releasing the dark will be forced to enter self-reflection, wondering - ''Did I do the right thing?''

It's in the human nature to destroy itself. The sooner people understand that simple fact, the easier it'll be to correct our mistakes and put down the knifes held at their throats and to flick the safety back on with their sidearms as they are aimed at their skulls. The promise of a greater good is ideal, but with false truths and petty lies, sweet songs of promise and prayers of nirvana, all from the same man's mouth, the entity spewing more refuse than a fractured sewage pipe, those who are desperate enough to allow their fears and anticipation get the better of them and open their ears will be our undoing. A prophet so eager for control, to have his hands moulding the clay of human fabric, the tapestry we've weaved since we've existed, the shape will be grotesque, twisted and full of more holes to embed more lies.

Where will we all stand when there's no more ground to stand on? No more room on a ground where ideology created separation between those whom once stood on a mutual understanding? Common ground blended with empathy and sympathy over what is right and what isn't right is what made us stronger, gave us a reason to hold hands and stand in unison with equal balance. No person's boots are bigger than the other's; we all wear the same size.

Stupidity creates stupidity and kindness creates kindness. If one is given, then it shall be returned. Equal treatment and a high level of tolerance, for those with their heads stuck up in the clouds, thinking, pondering, dreaming, perceiving a different world view, was a sign of respect that's become lost. There is no room for ridicule, alienation or discrimination. No one mind can decide what is and what isn't, only what might be. The voice of fate is always there, but it's for those to listen to counterbalance the outcome, be it good or bad. A better tomorrow or a worse yesterday.

Prick, prick, prick up your ears. Learn to love, tolerate, respect, emphasise, sympathise, care and think once again. The air in these lungs is toxic and tainted, a cloud of brown, acrid smoke akin to radioactive fallout. The blood in these veins runs thin and forever thinner and thinner. The patience wears out and rots away, and, like myself, decays from the inside out, peeling away the layers and rendering them to organic ash. Once the outer wall breaks, the ash will be scattered in the wind, discarded and tossed around. Lordy, Lordy, what did I do wrong?

Was the only wrong I did just being existent in this present context? Is a life so cut short that its value is also lessened? Humans are reduced to resemble cattle, free for your perusal of whom will be rendered down to raw meat and whom will be spared. We treat each other no better than our animals, wildlife or our rainforests, and the irony is that I cry more than the Amazon. The Lungs of the Earth, slowly losing its breath until it croaks and becomes another obituary. Can't you hear the choking and gagging?

Don't be a liar - be you.

Don't be a hypocrite or a cynic - be you.

Don't be an exotic prophet with a tongue of diamond-encrusted silver - be you.

Don't criticise over whose the worst and who's the best - be you.

Don't forget to forgive the wrongs. More importantly, don't apologise for being you.

You're only human.

You're only human because you're you.

Comments

[Ribe_FireRain]

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It's in the human nature to destroy itself.

No. It's not that cynical if you think about it. With all of the wars, conflicts, disagreements and such we've had over the time we've existed, it's not that much of an inaccurate reading.

The air in these lungs is toxic and tainted, a cloud of brown, acrid smoke akin to radioactive fallout. The blood in these veins runs thin and forever thinner and thinner. The patience wears out and rots away, and, like myself, decays from the inside out, peeling away the layers and rendering them to organic ash. Once the outer wall breaks, the ash will be scattered in the wind, discarded and tossed around. Lordy, Lordy, what did I do wrong?

Yes, it could very well be a song, but it's more of a description of myself and how I feel internally. I think about it every single day, truthfully, and I can't help but reflect on whether or not any of this was truly my own fault for the way things turned out. Or if it's just the people I live with that turn tables and take a stab at me even when I'm completely innocent, just so they feel they have somebody to blame for the responsibility they failed to take. It forever digs the hole deeper the long it goes unaddressed.

I see no place for me here if this is how I'm judged by those who are meant to be closest to me. Moreover, this entire blog is a statement about how far humanity and civilised society has fallen. It makes me incredibly, morbidly sad knowing that this is the way we've reduced ourselves as a whole.

[Ribe_FireRain]

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And I know. That's why I said not to be too hard on yourself.

There is indeed, an abundance of toxic air readily available to be inhaled everywhere, everyday. But I don't quite see what it is you blame yourself for so hard. Whatever it is, I think you credit yourself for too much of the disheartening moral decay you see around you.

Man, look, my reason for thinking / feeling like this is because I've come to realise only one thing; the people close to me, mainly my family, are people that quite obviously don't care about me or what happens to me. Literally no signs have been shown or seen yet to let me know that they still see any value in me or that they love me. That's a sad but honest truth. I hope you don't know, and that you'll never know, but when you've practically been on your own your entire life, the loneliness is crushing, and it can push your desperation to the limit and passed it.

I just hope that wherever this stems from, you find real answers. Don't be too critical, please

So do I. With any luck, it'll be sooner rather than later, otherwise, I'm unsure of what I might do.