My Descriptive writing pieces

Being human

Humans are weird creatures. They search for perfection in others, although there's no perfection in them. We sit around judging people simply because of one poor judgement or choice. Their interest in the same sex. Not being the right kind of shape or colour. Or a tragic outcome of a family affair. The point is that it's not our place to judge. But we do.When you point at a person, five fingers are pointing back at you, or that's what my sister would say when I would rat her out. There will always be something shameful in the eyes of society. We judge to feel superior, to feel good about ourselves. Oh, she did this, which is not as bad as what I did. It seems as though what we did isn't bad anymore. Someone does something much worse and it seems to completely erases what you have done. That's what we do, whether we are aware of it or not. For the reason that we are human. Sugarcoating things have become second-nature to us. We blind ourselves from the truth in order to allow ourselves to believe we are doing right. Just so we can sleep better at night.

Tell me, is anything truly perfect in this world? Is there such a thing as the perfect body? The perfect face? The perfect family? Or even perfect love? As humans we try to create and work for perfection. Something pretty or successful to show off the world. We can do evil things to achieve our goals, if we want it bad enough. It is just instinct. In all truth, perfection does not exist in the world. This is what I have led to believe. We may reach for perfection, but we will always fail. Because we are humans. We are flawed and whatever we create will be flawed also.

We all have have urges, whims, a long yearning to do things we are not suppose to or things we shouldn't want. Everyday is a battle. A battle to not fall into those sinful desires. I was in that battle too. Unfortunately, I was not victorious. Laughter... That's all I heard, laughter and harmful words. Words that can even cut a diamond.