Everyone desires to be understood but refuses to understand one another. It’s like how you expect to have a perfect society with everyone doing good and committing no crime but every day you give yourself leeway to sin but you find it unacceptable when people around you don’t do what’s morally right.
We all have too high expectations of everyone else and too low expectation and self discipline on our own. We don’t see the need to push ourselves further because we don’t bother viewing it in someone else’s angle and perspective. We don’t care because it doesn’t directly affect us, but once we become the victims of our own actions inflicted upon by someone else imitating us then we all complain it’s too much.
We complain that in groups there are some people who refuses to do anything when in some cases you are the one who’s not doing anything, because as obvious as it seems not doing anything is always less tiring than doing something, but once you are the one doing something and you see someone else doing exactly what you did when you were doing nothing ignites a raging spark in your mind.
Have we exactly compared ourselves to the people that we hate the most? Do we not realize that we are very similar to those that we dislike, for whatever reasons that may exist? Did they commit a sin to commit your sin? Did they pick up your bad habits and inflict them back onto you?
Maybe I’ll never understand why there is so much hate in this world, and maybe this world will never learn to love truly. Maybe hate is already carved deep into our bones and meant to keep us alive, maybe love is only the bare membrane that protects the explosiveness of hatred cell. I don’t take biology anymore, I don’t care if my description is way off.
It’s always the early mornings that penetrate deep into your skin and shakes off the mask society has come to insist you wear during the day. There are always lingering thoughts you’ll never have answers to.
Say, if you hadn’t chosen a particular decision one day, you wouldn’t be you and the people around wouldn’t be them. The possibilities are infinite. This world is made up of the infinitely many possibilities coming together to form as one.
Yet, we still don’t learn to understand each other.
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