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why do we do it? this endless torment of pain and suffering. all of it being self-inflicted.

it's us. over and over and over again. history teaches us nothing. we never learn. how the heavens must look down on us with such sorrow and disappointment. i do and i am here, in one tiny part of the world, unable to first-handedly see the effects of the world's rage, but confused and agonized about how to make it better.

every bit of the news is filled with terrors, but i am sure you already knew that. 

maybe the problem is that we don't see ourselves as we. the world tries to divide itself up so that the blame does not hit us directly, but can be pushed aside to another sub group. maybe we can't face the fact that we are the only group. and why do we lash out at each other? whether it be as grand as attacks on paris or as small as hurting one's feelings. perhaps there is a void in all of our lives that our concious is unaware of. but how wrong are we to think that any form of hurt will be able to fill it.

"darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that."
-martin luther king jr. 

i believe that the world is filled with so many people so that we may be able to see the light when everything can get dark. we have families because at least one point in our lives, we will inevitably be hurt by someone or something, but the most luxurious thing life offers, is those people who will always be there for us, blood related or not.

why do we forget?

quite possibly it is naive of me to dream of a utopian society but i hope it is not foolish of me to wish it anyway.

however brutal the world is, with deaths and stealings and liars and cheats and every other form of cruelty, i hope to see the world as the place it was meant to be: beautiful with endless possibilities. i hope that we don't ruin such magnificence for ourselves, because if we do, it will only be us we are hurting.