There's No Sympathy for the Dead

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Inspire.

I wonder what you would think of me if my emotions and motivaions were more evident. I have wandered through seven towns, each of them very similar in their nature, and I have found that regardless of what I've always thought, people are always the same. People judge, people lie, people love, and people are. It's simple when you think about it, really. The ways people react to each other are the main reasons why we may appear different, but at the core, we are identical: always looking for ways to boost ourselves above the rest, always refusing defeat. My mind wanders to everyone else's motives, sometimes, when I think of mine. What is her motive when she tells me I'm fat, I'm a bitch, I'm worthless? Her motive might remain secretive, but I will always wonder. What is his motive when he stares me down, trying to break me apart in his mind? Is he trying to comfort himself, or is he just malicious? The latter doesn't make much sense to me. I fully believe that humans' intentions are not to harm, only to help.

I've never felt so alive in my life, which is really ironic judging by the circumstances; and surprisingly, I'm incredibly aware. I doubt anyone remembers that one post that I put up in October, about everything feeling so distant and surreal? That was so minor compared to this.

I forgive people and I try my hardest to forget. The past does not affect me. Tomorrow affects me. I can live for tomorrow, but the past will never be relived. It's taken me so long to realize this.

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