Why We Exist
Yes I'm going to tell you why we exist. This seems like an impossible topic. Well, why are we wasting time? We are people who live lives, and sometimes it's not where we want to be. Does that make our lives meaningless? No! In fact, we were born to do great things. Honestly, we are often cruel and grudging. But, why? If I do not accept you, would I not in return be accepted? I believe yes. So guess why we exist? We exist for each other. We were really born to care. I'm not saying you are born to care only about yours. We are born to care about everyone, and if we leave one man or woman behind, we won't survive. Guilt is a demon, and there is only one thing I am guilty of, and that is not caring enough. We are not to be judged, as that is not our role.
Could I not sway your hearts? I am but one man, yet I will always try my best for everyone, and I want to be stronger so I can protect everyone I can. I know there is four sublime states: sympathetic joy, love, compassion, and equanimity (or, peace of mind.) I exist to protect others. My bloodlines are extremely virtuous. We were made to defend people. I messed up a lot when I wad younger. But now I have a calling, and that is to care. Loving is easy for some, but men are stubborn. I have the gift of empathy, but I have learned how to control it. This very trait allows me to connect to others. Why should we care about France? We didn't care when we killed the French savior and pariah, Joan d'Arc. She was a woman of power, and our people killed her! She was young! And now we get all dumpy on something that went wrong on foreign soil? We have shootings all the time here, do we do Facebook colors to pretend we care about them? My great uncle was shipped home after he died, but I am the only one I know who mourns for him! We need to care about everyone, plain and simple. There's a difference between necromancy and sorrow for the fallen, and I'm afraid sometimes I do not even realize this.
Don't me a hero, a saint, a monk even. I came to earth a man, and I do not even know what I have became. My identity is...how you say? You know my name, my livelihood, but I am afraid you will never know my heart. Because I wear it on my sleeve, and it bleeds for others. I've accessed a different part of the earth, and I worry there will be one day where I join something more, for me to not write for you would be hell. I am a being of empathy and emotion, and it is both a curse and a blessing. I haven't dreamed while I was asleep in so long, for I do all my dreaming while I am awake. As humans we hurt, cry, and feel agony. My primordial state is nothing, and I am something of creation. I don't even know what happened. I was resting one day and got a proverbial spur in my quarters. Now I want to care about each and everyone of you. I will prove that there still is something worth fighting for. I'm not a devil may care type, bur others might say so.
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