In this world, there is sadness that is enough to turn the switch of life off at any given time — sadness that is capable of blocking the light from the sun that shines upon all living creatures in this planet.
The joy of the glorious days of the past is gone and all that is left are ashes. Thank the modern villains and their victims who deserve to be recognized and praised.
Praise the ignorance of men and those who insist on their ignorance, for ignorance is bliss. The illuminating light of the truth is blinding. The vast darkness of the unknown is terrifying. The rich repository of knowledge is boring. After all, anything expository is trivial.
Praise those who spend sleepless nights thinking of their worries and doubts and contemplating on their mistakes and shortcomings, for they acknowledge what others fail to admit: the flaw of their existence. It is not the flaws of man but the flaws of the creator.
Praise those who drown their sorrows in alcohol and suffocate their hearts with smoke from tobacco, for it takes courage to forget and return to the bitter reality the next morning, often with a painful headache, regrets, and heavy lungs.
Praise those who are frustrated in life and choose to do nothing, for they acknowledge the adversities. They want the things they crave for so bad that their minds and their hearts cry out and their bodies suffer the consequences. But that is all there is to their frustrations, acknowledgment.
Praise those whose love is unrequited, for it is what it is. It is only a preparation for the love they ought to give and the love they expect to receive, but perhaps this love is never bound to happen. It is the failure of the other to acknowledge their efforts, it is never their fault.
Praise those who remain in their selfish state. It is incredible to sleep soundly while surrounded by the loud cries of suffering and wake up every morning as if nothing just happened.
Praise those who are blind and choose to remain blind. The truth is a bitter medicine to swallow. It hurts the ego, the source of their power. After all, what they do not know does not hurt them.
Praise the romantics for they dwell on the ideal. It is hard to deal with the reality; logic is indeed harder to comprehend. The will of the heart is stronger than the wise advice of the mind.
Praise those who worship a higher being but show contempt to his brothers and sisters, for their actions shock even the divine. After all, the gates are open for those who believe. Nietzsche has a point when he said, “God is dead, God remains to be dead, and we killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?”
Praise those who are consumed by too much self love, for the world revolves around them, but only in their minds. They want to eradicate all the flaws of their birth and attain absolute perfection. After all, the story of Narcissus is just a myth — a story we tell everyone for a reason.
Praise those who settle for mediocrity for they know to themselves that the competition is stiff. The world is filled with so many great minds already. There is no room for too many ballerinas.
Do not start. Do not even try.
That million dollar idea you have? Someone has already thought about it. Someone had already conceived the idea even before it popped up in your mind. Your thoughts are not as original as you think they are.
You are not even grains of sand compared to the vastness of the universe. A speck of a speck of a speck. You are not special, you are not unique, the world does not need you. The world survived for billions of years without your specie. What makes you think that it needs you? The world does not need you; you need the world.
What is the point of even trying? You are, and will remain stuck.
The richest place on earth is the graveyard. So many men died and were buried there with their hopes and dreams. You do not weep for them. You do not praise them. That is all that they are and that is all they will ever be.
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