cold cold night.
March 27, 2011
an old man by the name of jeremy jenkins once said something to me, an uninterpreted saying that fills up my mind until this very day. that to think about it, if men were courageous enough to be honest, we would all come to the conclusion that deep inside we are all longing for an imperfect world. that it would be better to live in a crippled world, with a corrupt bureaucracy, with people who have dark pasts to bear with. simply because if the world was so perfect, if it had no room of improvement, we would all be insignificant beings. that there would be no chance for us to step up and attempt to become superheroes who could save the world. that if the world was so perfect, martin luther king would be another working-class negro. that if the world was so perfect, presidents and leaders would be no other than men doing their jobs. that if the world was so perfect, please don’t take this the wrong way, the concept of God would merely have no difference with the concept of mystical creatures, as unicorns and the loch-ness monster.
well people who have those thoughts in their minds may be considered as hypocrites and egoistic beings by others. but we are human, and having that feeling is as human as we can be.
BLAH.
