Untitled; Mindless Thoughts

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Everything so far has become nothing more than a battle field of humanity, things slowly developing into pain and suffering, and no one really understands why. If I knew the answer, I'd say. Nothing more than the reality we live among is falling apart, and we create our own demise. We let everything we create go to nothingness. Maybe one day we will discover what we're doing to our own lives and stop before it's too late. But maybe we won't, and all our hard work will become just another lost project like the hundreds among my wall that I never finished, like those art pieces I never thought I'd never finish, like all those writing projects that I let go simply because I just couldn't find it in me to continue writing them. I won't lie, I hate what I've become about my work, and just in general. Just a confused, lost, broken minded human being that finds their self envying those around them, they don't  even know if they are a being of man, or something more that creates them to be something normal of what they find themselves hating. 

After all, we all find ourselves envying someone, even if we don't want to envy anyone, but it's what brings us all to the state of madness we find ourselves in. Even though we all have set laws and things alike, it never stops the world from being such an anarchy. It may be chaos in our lives, but no one ever dare wishes to realize just how awful and unkind many other human beings are to others. 

Yet there, you sit, thinking to yourself, "God, why can't I be as pretty as her,"

Your answer is simple; Vanity is a horrible thing among men, it creates, yes, but it destroys far more than it could ever built.

One's Vanity creates a man's desire, and a desire can create a lust, and then lust creates wrath, and that wrath creates envy, and then the envy creates pride.

Nobody is better than anyone else. No one is better than the next.

It's a pain, yes, but it's what we have to deal with. It's just a normal thing that creates a pain in our hearts, that destroys us.

I wish I could fix it,

But we can't.

I wish I could answer why this happened,

But we can't.

Nothing can ever create such a jest in our lives unlike the destruction we put ourselves and others through. Yet there, you sit, and still destroy yourself with things that not even you can answer.

Yet, at the same time,

That answer sits right in front of us.