What is life? Do we measure it by how much it has taken from us, or by how much we've taken? Is it beautiful at the end? Perhaps just painful. Maybe it once was beautiful, the same way we see humans. What is beauty, or is it humans I try to define? How do we define humans, or even judge them? By their actions or their origins? If God destroyed earth, would we judge him by his actions, or simply because he is God.
Humans are said to be different from animals but I'd argue, we're worse. The way we hurt our kin, we're worse. If snails were given our level of intelligence, would they wage wars with their own kind, undermine the female portion of their society, forbid the males to cry. The sorrow we carry in our blood, we all suffer in paradise. Seems like paradise is the most hell. What makes us human? Is it our ability to feel emotions, or our ability to express? Maybe we're nature's mistake, their only regret. Today it rains, tomorrow the sun's out and everyone forgets. If I were God, I'd curse humans to remember.
Sometimes I wish we could be simple minded creatures, then suffering wouldn't exist, not by our hands. Evolution was not in our favor. As every day seems to go by, I seem to believe humans become more terrible than the day before. Dictators causing millions of deaths. The Bosnian genocide. The Rwandan genocide. The Holocaust. The Armenian genocide. Atomic bombs know only destruction, Einstein must have known yet he helped. I do not blame; he was no poet. Religions that tell you how to act. People die and the rest stay quiet. How is it that we live with ourselves?
I feel guilty from the actions of the progenitors of the world. How then do we define humans? By their actions? If governments are corrupt, does that mean we are too, if the government is a reflection of the people? Corruption comes from greed which comes from ambition. That much I know to be true, some would argue it's in our nature. We pretend to be saviors, when we're just human. I don't want to be stained by this dirty blood I carry, a pity. I cannot live with myself.
I cry for us, for humanity is terrible.
I hope this finds you well,
A terrible human.
