Whenever I see the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in old movies before September 11th 2001, I am filled with such a profound sadness. Not necessarily reflective of that particular terrorist attack, but moreso with the fact that we, as human beings, can hate each other so vehemently that mass killing seems acceptable, and a good idea.
I don't understand the world that we live in, very well. I am on the eve of my embarkment into it, and, as it stands, I do not want to leave the comforts and safety of childhood, bliss and ignorance. I feel much more uneasy knowing all that I know, which sadly is not very much. It seems like the more I learn, the more I am disgusted. I would say that human decency has eroded through the ages. However, from the days of the Bible and beyond, we haven't had any. We're always trying to kill eachother for our cosmetic or internal differences.
With the thesis that human beings weren't born with decency beyond their own needs and wants, it's safe for me to think and believe that we, as a civilization of homosapiens, are doomed to our own fatal humanoid flaw. As the technology of battle grows at an alarmingly fast rate, as angry countries with grudges become armed with nuclear weapons, and as the religious and economic divide of the world becomes marked with red pen, I can only foresee malevolence in our future.
It's nice for me to sit here and listen to my Bob Dylan and believe that maybe my generation will be the one to smarten up, and see past the differences to the similarities, but we will not. I am as bad as my percieved enemy, although maybe I do not think so, maybe you don't either. So long as all the cultures instill hatred, pretention and superiority, whether the message is subtle or obvious, we as the world, do not stand a chance.
And I do not see how it will ever remedy itself. We would have to remedy human nature.
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This post reminded me of one of my poems...
no joke.
haha i feel the same way some times but i also notice humans are becoming better, and better.
The amount of people who hate each other is smaller. it's just their guns are bigger.
the poem: the nonobjective
Figment of your imagination
Another flash and glimpse of what you wish
Not really there
The dove is dead my dear.
The sands bring a painful drought
in your throat every waking minute
As if the only way to quench the thirst and to relieve
The hurt is through your eyes
All these images of tall buildings
And children screaming
As they topple under the behemoth
Annoyed and pestered it reacted violently
It screamed bloody murder
As if the only way to stop was to kill children
Cornered on all sides it didn’t really have choice
Choice,
A concept we take for granted.
When death fly’s from another’s home into yours
You have little choice but to defend or die.
The behemoth understood this too well
And offended even to the dismay of it’s kin
All this is too much.
All this isn’t a dream
All this isn’t a nightmare
All this is our world and you can only
Note the two ways of removing
Such harsh sensations
Ignorance or action.
If only your contemplation
Took further discourse
Past who’s wrong and who’s right
If only the leaders of the deserts
Took further discourse
Past who’s wrong and who’s right
If only the heads all listened.
All this “if only” is nothing more
That’s the tragedy behind
Ambition, greed, and hate
It’s human nature.
And it’s killing you.
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