Over the past few months I have come to the realisation that people will, at all costs, avoid the truth. All of us have our issues, our emotional baggage (me included) which stems from issues from the past, usually from our upbringing or from traumatic experiences. We bottle it up and seek comfort through other means (sex, drugs, alcohol, food, exercise, consumerism, idolatry, etc) thinking that this is our way to "deal" with it. Yet, by doing so, we are literally destroying ourselves, committing suicide slowly. But no matter what, we refuse to let go, we refuse to submit, we refuse to face the truth. If someone brings it to our attention, instead of thanking them, we lash out in anger and we decide to hate them forever. We blame other people for messing us up, we create a 'victim' identity for ourselves and decide that this is how the rest of our lives have to be. We pretend that our lives are "hunky dory" most of the time, but the festering wounds remain and we pass them on to our children who will continue the same painful cycle. We think that our 'friends' are people who tell us what we like to hear, but little do we know what they are thinking inside.
It is becoming increasingly difficult to continue having hope in humanity when this is all I see around me. Is this nature's way of expelling the human from existance? Are we designed to self destruct? Or should I continue holding onto the hope that we will one day awaken?
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