Souls are not whitewashed-faces maybe, smiles perhaps, but the spirit- No. Humans are intricately woven beings much like wild bushes. Tangled, confused- trying to find a purpose in life. Among those bushes you will most definitely find thorns. Claimed to be the wisest species on the planet, it's a hilarious thought- how often we bleed on others just because we can't bring ourselves off the pedestal of self-hurt. We cut our own branches. We break apart our own roots, demean our home. We try to mirror others-make foreign steps our own. We want to forget our heritage and so we do but does it bring any exuberance? Bushes trying to be trees, envying pastures and their clean means. It's a simple idea isn't it- stop acknowledging our faults, paint our faces white and live another's life?
None of us has a consciousness painted in white. All of us have a trajectory painted with sparks of black and specks of white. All of us make errors in life. Yet, all of us have a bud- a flower ready to bloom, ready to fight. We are not a monochromatic painting, we have a gradient life. There is no point in loathing ourselves, no point of brooding over past mistakes. We need to acknowledge we're 'human'. It doesn't always have to be a live or lie. We can't forget our family, our planet and run behind worthless, materialistic supplies. We just need to water the plant of hope within ourselves and before asking others for a torch, be the light.
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