Insight
"It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. "
For me, of course, but not for the world to decide.
Everything was... misplaced. Anything had fault.
Yet all things were still the same, only different in normality.
Life as I had learned was to be grand, open, ready to be the garden for the beautiful blossoms of humanity.
But what I found was an X upon the floor, signaling the trap underneath my feet, ready to slip its knife into my spine.
Death.
Death does not scare me, more so it invites me!
How can one so feared and despaired by hypocrisy be what it is known to be?
If two-faced life states that the dead are deceased, then I find the dead living.
For with life, truth does not exist, for one's truth is another's lie, and trust is one to never be trusted.
This is insight.
"It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. "
For me, of course, but not for the world to decide.
Everything was... misplaced. Anything had fault.
Yet all things were still the same, only different in normality.
Life as I had learned was to be grand, open, ready to be the garden for the beautiful blossoms of humanity.
But what I found was an X upon the floor, signaling the trap underneath my feet, ready to slip its knife into my spine.
Death.
Death does not scare me, more so it invites me!
How can one so feared and despaired by hypocrisy be what it is known to be?
If two-faced life states that the dead are deceased, then I find the dead living.
For with life, truth does not exist, for one's truth is another's lie, and trust is one to never be trusted.
This is insight.
