Dystopia, Pt. 1
At the moment of our country’s rebellion, we were attacked. Bombs dotted the landscape like fallen stars, and no comfort could be found in the endless blue heavens that were once known to support childhood imagination.
Any minute the day could turn dark and unforgiving. No one could really see what we had accomplished, because of the lingering threat that hid silently in the shadows of the future, past, and present.
To see the world come to this is the epitome of sorrow. And yet you still have the will to live, you still fight back, because that is your instinct. Even a man hanging by the rope of his own suicide tries to kick the chair back under his feet.
It’s hard not to wonder about death, even with the world in proper orbit. You wonder what it feels like. Is there a life waiting for you there? If you relive again, do you feel like you’ve lived before? It’s even harder not to wonder about the world when you’re gone.
You selfishly think if those will cry for you. What will they say in your honor? How long will they cry? Will they cry at all?
These questions heighten as we go through troublesome times. So imagine everyone thinking this as they go through this world. The instinct to live is primal, but the though of death is selfish and unforgivable. You’ve entered a world where selfish acts are the basic need to live, and primal instincts have buried years of obtained morals.
The human race has returned to nothing more than an ape with intelligence and technology. Some argue we’ve never really moved from that in the first place. Other argue that because we fell, we’ve moved far from this. But sometimes, you can’t bar to feel.
At this point and time, all humans have witnessed an act or sight that makes them turn away. To begin to fell is the worst thing to do in this situation. You don’t have to understand my world to know this. Look into your own, and you see people suffering everywhere. When did this become the norm? When did it become necessary to ignore cries for help in order to protect yourself? It’s disgusting. And yet we follow it with everyday that goes by.
Thinking in this basic and archaic way, you’ve begun to understand acts of hate. You have found the seed to all evil with these words of blunt truths I have merely put words to. It is worse to deny that each of us has not given this seed a home. But a seed cannot grew into a tree without food.
Accepting these truths help us reach out once more. It is sad to know them, and heartbreaking to know that we have the same qualities as our enemies. But what we decide to do with these feelings is what shapes who we are. We build morals around us, to keep what we believe in within reach. That is where humankind has made it’s true achievement. And that is where our will to live comes from.