Sometimes, the mind cannot keep up with the heart.I'm in love with something that doesn't exist, yet it exists in what it makes me feel. I've lived my life in a constant state of restlessness.
Whether I want to do something or feel something or see something that I cannot see, over the course of life, I've become increasingly more unsatisfied as a result of what I can and — more importantly — cannot feel.
I fear that restlessness will end me one day.
I also theoretically fear that my fear doesn't even exist. Fear is a driving factor, alongside love. If I'm not scared of the worst that could happen to a person — death — then am I scared of anything? Is fear the only hardwired emotion that links people and keeps the world the same?
Without fear, what aspects of the world would change? Would suicide rates go up, or would they go down? Would war happen more or less frequently? What do we fear, and why do we even fear it in the first place?
Do I have constraints, other than fear, binding me not to do certain things such as jumping off of a building or bombing a church? What were the constraints of the people that did do such things?
And that brings up my predicament. Do such morals even exist? Are they a figment of our imaginations? Are they rules that have been imprinted in our heads from the moment we were born? Is there truly a right or a wrong, and if so, how is it even determined?
Perspective. The majority perspective may say that something is wrong, and therefore, it will become wrong... or so they think. The ideals of morality are typically stemmed off of belief and perspective.
Take Martin Luther King J.R for example. He fought for black rights, even though the majority perspective was opposed against his. At one point in time, slavery was considered normal and okay, all because the majority's perspective was shaping their morals.
That changed over the years, and now our generation looks back on our former way of thinking, and sorrows over it. They don't understand how somebody could've truly believed that slavery was right, because the majority perspective has changed since then, along with common morals.
But what if people still withheld the same mindset as they did years ago? Would slavery still be considered 'okay'? Would gay marriage still be illegal?
And that's when the binding ideals of human nature are questioned. If the minority could truly believe in something that opposes the majority perspective, is the minority's opinion still considered wrong?
Is there even such thing as wrong and right, or is it based solely off of perspective?
When perspectives clash, it's like a crash of two trains that were going in different directions. There is no way to determine which perspective is right and wrong, so the majority is considered right. And the minority? They continue to see in their own perspective. 'Wrong' matters not to them if they feel what they believe is right.
There is no accurate definition of right or wrong.
What are common morals and shared ethics to people who differ, and what does 'wrong' mean to a person who feels that what they believe is right?
However, I digress. Theoretically, there is nothing stopping a man from jumping off of a building or bombing a mosque but his own morals. That's where the fragility of mankind lays — in the face of perspective. We cower in the face of opposition, and that's the problem with perspective — it's subjective.
It seems like a common factor in today's youth is a predisposition to fit in. Whether that's bad or good is majority opinion. Less and less people are willing to break moulds, and with the progressive perspective of our generation, that can prove to be a brick wall.
The question is, what is that wall separating? Is it holding us back from positive progression, or is it keeping us from negative progression? Perspective will continue to change over the years, just like it has done so in history.
We, as humans, are too scared of change — too scared of not being able to understand and relate to the majority perspective. The ones who manage to break past the barrier of fear are the ones who have the ability to create change, whether it's for the greater good or not.
The world marches on, and it's all driven by fear and love, and the ability to learn from both.
Like Steve Jobs once said: The ones who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones that do.
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The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PoetryThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}