I want to relax and have fun.
Seriousness and tragedy are hard for my soul to bear.
I’m extremely affected when I feel that another has been dealt an unfair hand by life.
And it is excruciatingly difficult to accept certain facts of life regarding unfavorable circumstances.
Sitting and pondering them, and wondering how to balance out, say, justly giving those who can’t walk that ability just as other people have, but understanding that they were still cheated of that ability at some point while others weren’t, is extremely difficult for me to accept, even though there is nothing I can do about it.
It is extremely hard for me to “move on”, even among things that the afflicted parties involved may have already accepted long ago. (It’s even worse if they haven’t accepted it, for then, I wish that I could resolve these inequalities all the more).
As my best friend has said, it is true that there is a somewhat mysterious charm in how (to put it lightly), the giant lifts the cereal off of the top shelf for the short person, but I still have a hard time accepting and moving on from the fact that some people are born afflicted with disadvantageous (for example) genetic conditions, or other factors, that either can or have greatly diminished their quality of life…
I have little resolutions for myself in this regard. Therefore, seriously pondering these issues, looking for answers, quite often proves fruitless, and only leaves my heart weary.
However, I choose to address these dark things through fiction, just so I never take for granted good things that happen, and (hopefully) prevent myself from turning my back on that cold, ruthless, ruinous monster known as the horror that roams this earth…
For I know that turning a cold shoulder to that shadowy monster will only make his cold grip, which turns you around and reveals his soulless eyes, and void form, that much more devastating to the spirit inside of the soul…