I’ve experienced a weird phenomenon throughout my life. Very rare, but often enough not to go unnoticed. I am not even sure how to describe it…. It is a sudden, irrational sense of utter sadness, loneliness and pain. A completely unknown and yet so known and unnamed.
I have been so wrong all my life. Love is not about loving what is beautiful, perfect and pleasant. Love is being part of others. To die if they die. Loving them as we love ourselves. To feel their pain as ours. To love is to give.
Thousands of books and millions of words. Legends, religions, different cultures. What a waste. The truth I am revealing for you now. Here it comes. Lack of empathy, the need for control, pathological lying, sense of entitlement and superiority. That is it. Thanks. Bye.
The flower stepped upon. The love never given. The comfort never felt. The lies instead of truth. The reptiles in human disguise. Counterfeits, breadcrumbs. fakes and lies. The smell of rotting. The everlasting emptiness.