what is the point of essays we’re all going to die one day lets strip and run through the fields like forest children
I’m tired of your people. They tell me to mask my pain in the silliest ways. Did you know people value shiny rocks and paper made from your resources that we turn into “money”, more than your pure beauty and other living things that share this space with us? I don’t get how it has come to this. Lovers ruin each other over their animalistic desires to hump different things. I’m sure that’s not what it’s ALL about, but sometimes, I wonder. Why do our bodies work so wackily. Why do our minds lie to us by injecting different chemicals into the body, causing our hearts to become so dark and weak. Why do these chemicals get lost in some or make addicts of others? Why is there still not enough artificial sex objects to satisfy mankind’s hunger? why are your people mere objects in videos? What happened to love, family, intimacy, gifts of kindness, happiness? Why is there more hatred than forgiveness; more famine than freedom? How come when those rare few try to stand up and prove a better way of love and peace, they just get shunned, killed, mocked, and beaten down. Why are there more empty houses than babies in the world? Why have we believed there are levels of attractiveness; different stages we must face in order to be seen as “sexy”? Why is sexy all people care about??? Why do I want so many things for myself while wanting everybody else to thrive? Why can’t I give that to them? There are oceans full of beauty and life and uncertainty. I wonder if the sea creatures get so pissed off at the little things, like us, so easily. Our IQ’s might be high, but our hearts are broken and crumbled into dust. At least the dolphins know how to protect their babies, and when to let them go. At least the penguins understand the concept of pursuing a life mate. And those creepy looking things way down below are content in being so unknown. All while lighting up the dark spaces around them to discover more and more life, mysterious to mankind.
So when do we become amazing and when do we become utterly bad? All we’ve done to you, earth, is take, take, take, and we’ve never even offered anything of ourselves back to you. What selfish love. What empty lives. We take pride in our stupid tiny accomplishments more than appreciating the very planet where we reside. You’ve grown us and held us tight all thought the lives of history. And yet, we cannot even take the time to look at you. To be with you. To hold you in return. We’ve become too busy looking at fake images of beauty, lusting after what we can never have and what we will not ever know or become. We’ve grown too “wise” while being with our systems and industries and cults— every one thinks they’re the right one. We can’t even take a walk with you and ask you about your beliefs. We’ve held on to nothingness disguised as what’s so important in our wandering little lives. We can’t even give you a piece of ourselves that you may hold onto and cherish for years.
I’m sorry, Earth. I’m tired of your people. We’ve grown too tired to recognize life; to recognize sheer value and profound beauty, which all began and come back around and end with us being a part of you
❤ ❤ this made my heart smile! and im glad i could help bring you peace❤ ❤