Humanity is a funny thing. It’s always scrambling to find a soul that mirrors, or at least compliments, its own. It wants contact, meaning, purpose, and most importantly, love. This by itself would not be supremely remarkable, since other creatures also desire many of these things. The difference is that they’re honest, and Humanity is not. It’s too afraid of rejection to be honest. It fancies itself too complicated. So it’s created often entertaining, but wholly empty retorts - cynicism, sarcasm, and simple hardheartedness - to keep the pain of loneliness and disappointment at bay.
Humanity wants to be needed and respected, but it’s frightened of being met with the opposite, so it lies for comfort. It says it’s confident and happy being alone, that it doesn’t need the approval of others to know its path. But that’s never quite true is it? It’s always looking for some form of affirmation, whether through family, friends, religion, accolades or strangers. It wants to know that itmatters. But asking for this knowledge would be too simple, too raw, too open and far too terrifying. So it’s left wandering in the dark, needing something to prove, but all the while hoping to find another groping hand that fits its own. When will Humanity learn the ease, the beauty of being genuine? The pleasure of telling someone how much you love/admire/envy/want/need them and seeing that spark of truth blaze through our dark room? When will we learn?
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