The Patterns

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Sometimes I wonder, has the time treated me well throughout the years?

Many members of my family have been treated harshly, age taking them apart, making their joints creak and their gears unwind.

I have travelled to many places, seen many things, worn different masks throughout the ages, but the one thing that has been constant throughout my life has been the human race. From Julius Caesar to Nelson Mandela everyone has known me. The one thing that I have noticed about them has been compassion. The overflow of it and the lack thereof.

Everyone has come across it, the need to help someone. Some suppress it, claiming to feel nothing and after a while, there is truly nothing. They have become so good at suppressing it that they forget how to do it otherwise. They forget until they themselves need compassion. It is quite funny to watch them explode after not receiving it. Although they have never shown it to anyone before they now expect it to be given to them freely. Their naivety astounds me.

The rest, of course, each show compassion in their own way. Helping those in need, donating to charity, even telling a friend about how the loss of a game was not their fault, even though the friend had done everything but score the goal for the opposing team.

Life is strange.

Those in its' clutches are highly impractical, never giving up in the face of stupidity. Some would try to correct me, telling me that it is bravery and I agree.

Bravery (n) : doing stupid things and or going into dangerous situations with little to no chance of success, all for the sake of morals.

Bravery indeed.

Knights in shining armour, the heroes of old and even the police of today. They all claimed to be driven by their moral compass. Sadly they were also human. Fallible, frail, corruptable humans, determined I am sure, but still human. Some were sidetracked by greed, others bigotry and the rest, simply by their own human desires. I could go on and on, ticking away at the faults of humankind, but who am I to judge?

I am but a simple black and white patterned clock on the wall

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Dedicated to my first follower MudbloodAndProud

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